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Showing posts from June, 2017

Quality Hill

All eyes, cicada, whispering leaves, branches reaching to the very tips of fingers  to one another,  pulled back  by the wind, lover, oh lover.
Awkwardly musing, she laughs like a champagne cork to his every slanted sense  of humor,  loud and gushing,  under thumb, shocking, slipping- sinking in, all bubbles like city lights on a hill in the unfamiliar dark even fireworks she thinks, why not? Skies the limit to imagination.
Muzzled morning, two fisted hot and cold, parting in the alley way with dirty jokes "you owe me one..." she laughs  walks past puddles, he tells her to "go buy some shoes lady..." as he heads into the bar,  beer soaked, worn down wood, music  switched on, and the slow-cook warming up the oil for the  fries.

Dear Bubba

You let me down Bubba. I see you in passing clouds, like the ink blots, no storm, just that hot muggy feeling  and familiar distance.
I followed your weather map.  It took me to the desert and I was among the heat and junipers.  Alone.
I would have quit smoking, drinking and even waited at the DMV for you.  Sometimes, when I'm sitting on the back porch here, in Kansas City, drinking a tall can of PBR, smoking a clove at dusk - I might even be glad I didn't.