PWoF 2016 - Topic 03 - Sept. 24

[Lizzie]

how to win a cupid award


run breakneck
and unaware
into the glass

you'll shatter
into a thousand
lies

[cvanshelton]

how to win a cupid award


run breakneck
and unaware
into the glass

you'll shatter
into a thousand
lies

YES!!!

[rayheinrich]

how to win a cupid award


run breakneck
and unaware
into the glass

you'll shatter
into a thousand
lies

YES!!!

    I agree wholeheartedly.

    So succinct... it possesses the simplicity of elegance.

[Keith]

Wound down windows


As I fell off the conveyor belt
coded with matrimony
I was packed in to the back seat,
stared out at the shop windows
unseen hands over my mouth.

I would listen to the driver
as he slowed down to talk
his words swept away loose strands of hair,
revealing the coy and confident.
They pressed a warm palm to a reddening cheek,
helping the want to but slowly's,
and slightly lifted the hems of the come on then's.

It takes a certain type
to keep a body so tight it looks good
when fingernails drag across it.
My box got wet in the rain
but it's full and easy to carry
with enough hands to hold it.

I can ride shotgun now
with opening lines like my wife and I.
He's a melted medallion
with side burns that needed shaving.
His body still looks the same
traded with the devil,
got the gain without the pain.

I see all the first steps
as they fall down his stairs
and shake my head and acknowledge
when his eyes find a way inside
and his words dress you up
in clothes you've never worn before,
then even I would open my door.

[rayheinrich]

                               


                                                                        < script >

                                                    Hi Angela,

                                                    Surprised to get a letter from me?
                                                    Yeah, I know, I'm not much of a letter writer.
                                                   
                                                    Here's a romantic script for you,
                                                    one of those melodramas you hate.
                                                   
                                                    It's my life,
                                                    the one I spent years writing.
                                                   
                                                    In my script, you're the studio exec.
                                                    (the one who hates my script).

                                                    You cut it clean with your edges,
                                                    You tear it out with your points.
                                                   
                                                    And you remove my recap.
                                                    (The one where the Aztecs use their knives
                                                    to slice around my heart,
                                                    and their hands
                                                    to rip it out.)
                                                   
                                                    I've given up revenge,
                                                    the studio's too powerful.
                                                    All I've got is hate.
                                                   
                                                                    - - -




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                                                A young couple named Kipsy and Klausen,
                                                Needed something to curb their web browsin'
                                                They thought kissin' just might,
                                                So they started that night;
                                                (At last count, they were over a thousand.)

[Achebe]

@RN - amazing. Thank Zeus I don't need to say why...just loved the Tom Tom beats.

[rayheinrich]

Wentworth Park overflowed with them.

but...can they fly?
the coastal roaches here in Sydney can't.

Can't fly? You should ask Leanne about that.
But whichever way that falls, I can tell you right now that Texas Gulf Coast roaches
- the ones surrounding me at this very moment, waiting to consume my dead flesh -
are not only larger (but of course, this is Texas), but they fly like F-16's, especially
during their mating frenzies...  and  just love to land in my hair.  (Do I look that much
like a female roach?  No, don't answer, I absolutely hate the contemplation of suicide.)