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Riddle me this.
How is a winter squash
so full of summer?
What belongs to you
but is used by others?
Why is a woman in love like a welder?
What is the beginning of eternity,
the end of time and space,
the beginning of every end
and the end of every race?
You’re so slow,
Mr. Caped Crusader.
That fat pup
was looking like it was ready to J.
Find it’s spot and
start the transformation.
Johnny felt a tinge of satisfaction.
A tiny inkling that
the tables were turning.
Milkweed is toxic to the eyes,
punishing those who turn blind eye
to the evils of the likes of Monsanto.
If he had his way,
every executive in the chemical giant
would be tied to a tree
and have their corneas painted with
the plant’s burning sap.
Fate Is A Human Concept
Just like a robot to point that out.
Inspired by a photo of kitchen knives.
So, what are you saying?
It’s all actually just random?
Or we create our own destiny?
What about being in the right place
at the wrong time?
Or in the wrong place
at the right time?
What about chance? Or luck?
If I hadn’t of been on that train,
my children would never had been born.
Riddle me that Batman.
Sometimes it bruises.
And sometimes it doesn’t.
Barbosa liked the taste of her.
Especially her ears
and the side of her neck.
And he knew she liked the taste of him,
even sweaty after the sun got through with them.
Covering her with hickies,
not from malice but excitement.
Wanting to eat her up from top to bottom.
The German beach club owner warned her,
“Be careful of that young man.”
Up to the knees
in the smell and lasting of it.
We, warriors, laughing
until someone caught a mouthful.
Then, not because we were grown,
but because love’s the Viking maker.
It becomes more desperate then play.
A life or death struggle to avenge impulses.
You will rue the day
you dove into these mud flats.
Rue the day ’til the sun exhausts us.
It’s always been like this.
You hit me when I’m happy
and most vulnerable.
I’ll make you rue the day, damn it.
You’ll have mud coming out your pores
and we’ll laugh again completely.
Open window in mid-December,
wind and light snow blowing in.
Steam radiator hissing.
Seated on her bed in a tee shirt and pajama bottoms.
Comfortable in the cold night.
In command, working the phone.
“Ok, enough. Goodbye”
“Had to shed him” she said,
matter of factly.
Jack shivered slightly,
wondering when it would be his turn in the barrel.
“Don’t worry” she said,
sensing his trepidation.
Carmine had an idea
after watching an old reel
of men who leer.
His phone was attacked by spam
and it occurred to him
that someone was orchestrating this.
There were detailed maps, somewhere.
He heard peels of laughter
coming from his neighbor’s apartment.
It was the tar rats
peeking out from the asphalt below.