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Concrete orbs fall in line Like so many Giant Toe prints in the crisp green grass. Irregular shaped pools similar to distant Galaxies chlorine-blue waters that are Surrounded by sentenial beach chairs Invite me to take a dip. Beyond the 6-foot city-ordinate Metal fences barring me from white Sands is Beach. Miles and beyond Miles of grey-blue Waves crash apon shore like Victorious hands slapping High 5's. Les Vagues lie on the cool beach Exhausted and relieved to find Solace and Peace. But before they get too comfy the Wondrous waves are yanked back to sea By the hand of the angry Ocean Mother. Her constant voice rolls th

Spearmint green gum rests On my playfully accepting tongue. 11 o'clock mornings, sun beams shooing Clouds away ready me for my travels. Semi-frenzied rushing for toothbrushes And Special-K bars welcome a corner store Stop. Pringles, Twizzlers, and raspberry tea Are a must. Now we're off-5 hours Gone to Orlando. Thick walls of pine speckled with lilac Wisteria are a fortress, shielding the Speeding blue motor machine From the rest of All. On our straight Asphalt route to the Horizon has me trying to Blind during the milisec between all the Coca Cola Semis and gold minivans. The Plain White Tees are coaxing me to Miss Delilah

Pockets are the most useful things Holding what we hold most dear. Our gizmos and gadgets and things with wings Anything that brings us cheer.

She comes rollin' into town On a brisk wind and decked out In foggy stars. Boasting Righteous Reds and Royal Goldenrods And filling my senses with big orange Pumpkin Spice. When she's finally settled in She changes things 'round The leaves she alters from red to Yellow to brown. The she decides They'll just have to come down. She brings the temperature south To a sprightly chill and carts out The soul food 'til everyone eats their fill. So even when Countess Autumn makes Everything change and doesn't give a Hankie to anyone who sniffles, her Arrival is never strange and always Refreshing.

Wood veneered fortresses housing disks of Escape. The Keepers of my pint sized Catharsis.   When I throw back those Plexiglas doors shielding me from Heroes riding white horses and teachers molding young minds. I let the Little digital pictures Dance across my eyes, tickling my thoughts into Jigs and mellowing them to funeral dirges. I need to purge my care worn body by laughing at others' Pain.  I want to wallow in my sorrow with the wasted Single mothers being pursued by wild sociopaths. I want to be Swept away by Lovers too good to be True and Weep for comical sidekicks who meet a fiery demise. Because that's the way life shoul

Disappointment Chagrin My grin At your chagrin. Here comes another Skull Session about my disgraceful Actions and your correct Morals. I wish my Eyes would Spin into the back of my Head Circumnavigate my brain Rocket out my ears then Circle around the moon and Knock. You. Out. The methods you find to raise me are a Joke. If I wanted a lesson in Hypocrisy I would pay attention to People.   You weren't there You weren't trying to care and Manage the pair of little Despairs. STOP. LOOK. LISTEN. Before you cross that street. The way you Blindly Bumble But keep Bidding to Build a Better Me makes

I gaze at your silent headstone The final marker of your hand And think about how lame it all is In comparison to the man. You deserve more than a name in rock More than a plot in this Row Of faceless placeless woebegone I want anyone and everyone to know.

Welcome to Ordinary Where everyday is magic. Our table legs are scary And our fashion sense a bit tragic. Though at times we may seem idle Not dressed to the nines I assure you our herds we bridle Great strain is put on our spines. We hold concern for the aesthetic You could say we're avant garde Our personalities are magnetic We've turned out our share of bards. Flowers we have plenty Wildlife galore Beaches, there are many The drums and music roar. At times we float in balloons on high Others we sulk among the weeds What can I say? Life is pie And smelly like mustard seeds We tend to keep an open eye For those from the

It was all there, as clear as the day it happened.  Ari opened the faded gray door of apartment 503 C, her so called "home". Clutching a brown paper sack she peered around the edge of the door, hoping and praying that her dad wasn't home. There was no indication that he hadn't gone to work. No stench of cigarette smoke or the cacophonous buzz of the radio (they didn't own a television anymore, since her father had put his foot through it while in a drunken rage one night). Ariana slipped off her worn second hand sneakers so she wouldn't be heard by the tenants a floor below. She shifted the bag in her arms to her left hand to enable her to

Delectable red round deities Slippery sweet against my Wanting Lips Perfect fruit for bearing the Fruit of friendship Choice for chucking Making the silly sounds of sucking Encouraging smiles and ideal for Making up rediculous finger lickin' styles The perfect taste for my tastes