Nuclear Everyday

The nuclear everyday has become commonplace. The radioactivity report is given by the cheerfull morning show hostess. Next is a report on the success of the underground farming efforts. Later on an interview with a young couple the latest procedures will be explained for sexual relations in the nuclear everyday.

Snow

Hidden beneath the snow, a thousand souls sleep. On any other time, a warming feeling. This day the snow only serves to blanket a thousand last gasps. On this day of darkness, mother earth served to remind us of the price hitchers owe.

March!

Tentative steps echo among the concrete slabs. March! Flowing among the days as they triple around you. Add the weight of movement as the moments flow. March! A month of uncertainty. 31 steps to March is a long space to span. Only a 1/3 of the way there.

Eden

Gravity spares no bone. Embrace me painfully Eve. She lacks a rib because Adam wanted to screw. It's a Paradise lost for innocence.

Saint Valentine's Blood Red.

Saint Valentine's blood red stream. Drowning, weighed down heart. Arrow's crimson trail betrays my steps, I stumble. Saint Valentine's blood red stream steaming. I brace as my feet falter. Stumbling blind I crumble. Saint Valentine's blood red, he finds me.

Sheets

Sleeping alone doesn't give me a chance to mess up the sheets in the proper ways. Alone I just crumple them so without much passion. It's just my single limbs jerking around without any fashion.

Time

Given time, I would steal some of the little things left in your secret places. Given time, they would be mine to squirrel away from you.

In Thirty Days.

In thirty days I've seen the world turn in places tossing around my earlier wishes in disarray. 30-days of newfound expectations trampled under feet of feral machinations. The old man's hold on the new flesh tightens.

My Space.

Laying around waiting. I fear it ended without me.
Lovely time spending, a subtle amount of cash waiting.
I didn't want to let you see me playing around the tables, admiring the other gals in waiting. Where is it going if not into my pocket, the unused rubber melting? I don't think it is making any more sense than you expected.

Gals with mikes.

Simply watching gals with mikes. A female front, it punches. Greater beauty of sound, a delicate voice thunders. Gals with mikes.

Quietly sitting as you make me regret it.

I pleaded with you to take me forever. You didn't pretend you even wanted to. Leave me, if you see fit. I would not hold it against you. It'd be quicker to slice my throat and watch me fall. It's not much of a stretch to say, Taylor Swift has nothing on these romances!

High Profile

Arcane thoughts trouble some people, but it's not a reason to strike out at them.

New Year

New Year rising, slowly moving. Coming around the curve sliding. Many new things ahead. I am dragging. New Year rising with me in tow.

Merry Christmas to me...

Ok, it wasn't so bad. I had a cold and spent the blessed days in a sneezing stupor coughing up my misery in sticky globs. The endless loop of the raging fireplace failing to warm me, I danced wearily down the channels of jolly repetition lost in my own endless "A Christmas Story."

That time of the year again...

It's Christmas time, a beautiful sensation. The cold fingers of desolation clamping on my throat. They squeeze out the jolly good frustrations for Santa to see. It's not enough that he knows if I am good or bad, he has to see too I am miserable too.

Hang time

Hung myself upon the tower and left the birds have their way with me. I didn't want, I didn't want to face the fear of your rejection.

Am-bi-gu-i-ty

Frankly, I am frantic. I come in pieces and leave incensed. Sweet aroma of desperation, it billows from the wound you have given me. Pull away from the scene. Pull out and let me be. I don't want you.

Pomplamoose Deck the Halls

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La Vie en Rose - Edith Piaf

See, it's not all depressing all the time!

Defeated

I yield in acrimonious defeat my debate for fulfillment. I give up on the dreams of Love. I reject the flowery descriptions of happiness. Only disappointment reigns. I ridicule the expectations of satisfied living. Only an uphill disaster awaits.