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I watch
The blossomings
And the train wrecks
Both
With equal
Fascination
Wind caught
Escaped
Stray curls
Pushes
Gray clouds
Monochromatic
The world
Moon lit
Calls me
Dark places
Long, slow drags
One more
Cigarette
Burns night
Red glows bright
First sunlight
First fading
My darkness
Slow exit
Soul’s weeping
Heart’s yearning
Twist desire
Hold to me
My evil
Life retreated
Letting go
True passion
Now fated
Reach out
Dark faces
I feel you
Master
Destiny due
I feel you
Master
Forever with you
What do you shop for when you have no more space and little money? That was my dilemma. Times are tough and with a new “roommate,” I’m having to cutback. I no longer have unlimited space, so . . .
After careful consideration . . . I have determined I must stop buying shoes or any other clothes for that matter. Stop shopping?!!!!? I don’t think so! I just need to scale down. NO, I’m not going to get rid of the things I have and YES I will wear them . . . all . . . eventually.
The solution was simple. The answer was with me all the time. It is wonderful! The options are endless and it’s a cheap addiction that takes almost no space. Oh my God! I’ve found Nirvana. Lo and behold, the angels sang out . . . PANTIES!
Have you any idea just how many different kinds of women’s underwear there are? Lacy and silky, I even found a vintage velvet bra. From bra and panty sets to G-strings, I love the colors, textures, designs. A bag of jersey boxers are cheap and when combined with a strappy tee from the closet – “tah-dah” – you have great new PJs. Need I mention the look is casual, cute, but sexy still.
There is nothing to make you feel more confident and “hot” than great lace panties. It matters not they be a thong, bikini, boy-shorts. Knowing your undies are beautiful, fun, sexy never fails to put a little bounce in your step.
They never cost much and the variety is endless. Space isn’t an issue. One drawer in my chest and they all fit with room to spare. Recently, I felt the need, a little boost for my blue mood. There they were just waiting for me and it was a BOGO 50% off (buy one get one 50% off). For under 20 bucks, I got the sweetest deal.
The first thing to catch my eye was the prettiest hot pink G-string. The front was a sheer mesh with a scalloped top. Along the top edge lovely black flowers embellished with silver embroidery are accented with three, little, black and silver bows at the corners of the front and the center in the back. Fabulous! My inner shopping whore was sated with the contrasting selection of an innocent white, lacey thong to take advantage of the BOGO.
Merrily dancing out the door, my outstanding purchase clutched in a small bag with the store’s logo, I exited the mall. Happy and fulfilled with my newest acquisition, I thought to myself that these should fit well in the drawer next to the Hello Kitty boy shorts.

Pic by SSLY
Feeling for the road now
Yearning, yearning
Feeling on the rise
Burning, burning
Never such a feeling
Dreaming, dreaming
Never such a cry
Screaming, screaming
Road calls to me now
Non-stop, can’t stop
Road calls to me now
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Yeah
Never such a yearning, burning
Never such a dreaming, screaming
Never such a cry, staying such a lie
Feeling for the road now
Yearning, yearning
Rubber meets road now
Turning, turning
Road calls to me now
Non-stop, can’t stop
Road calls to me now
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Yeah, yeah
Yes, Virginia . . . faeries are real.
And some of them do wear boots, Ozzy!
Picked up a nifty, little fridge magnet. I hate it when people cover their fridge with magnets, but this is a small one and all alone. Its about an inch, round, white button and not so much to look at, still what it says . . .
“Never apologize for your art!”
Got it in an artsy, little town in Oregon, that and a ring for my lover. He’d been looking for so long . . . banded, Celtic knots wide enough for a man. Now he wears it everyday.
Nope, he doesn’t have a job yet.
Nope, I don’t think he’s looking.
Nope, I have no idea what to do about it.
All I know is that I love him and want him . . . period.
I’m beginning to think we don’t pick the people we love deeply.
Fate, karma, repeating lives, destiny, dumb luck, what-the-fuck.
There was another man
A while back
Found a picture on the Internet
No, not mine . . .
Okay, that too
Picture was a simple
Lined, journal-type page
Hand-lettering declaring
“Art is what you can get away with.”
So here’s my art.
Random thoughts
As they run through
My mind
Random fears
As they chill
My heart
Random lust
As it warms
My loins
Random loves
As they destroy
My life
Random ideas
As they save
My soul
No apology . . . define “get away with.” LOL.
Met a talented and nice lady
Southern Oregon is a pretty cool place
Neat towns and people
My bestest friend lives there
I think I’d like to live in SoOre
I’d go tomorrow
Got my ball and chain though
Great American Dream
Homeownership
Nothing more than another trap
A different kind of nightmare
Can’t go, must wait.
I hate waiting
I want to go now!
Blue with white capsules
In the morning
Little white and yellow pills
In the evening
Trying not to feel
Sedated
Trying not to feel
Hurt
Trying not to feel
Broken
Trying not to feel
Lost
Trying not to feel
Tragic
Is it prose? Is it poetry? Is it fiction?
“There’s only one person in the room.”
Do you hear me?