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| GONE ALREADY Somewhat hesitant in the loving and too damn eager to slam out walk jauntily into the blue sky of anonymity beyond the incessant lullabies of pounding feet no pattering that but hard crashing of clogs barreling down narrow wooden hallways screams of orgasmic delight next door smells of the fetid meat market too long lingering and shifting shadows perched on a couch checkered with ejaculatory emissions and pizza smoking your gray eyes already traveling I 80 in escape by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: MADONNA..THIS USED TO BE MY PLAYGROUND |
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| SHE DIED QUIXOTIC She wanted only the brightness of chandeliers to welcome her home Not the thick dark molasses shadows that greeted and held her fast Caught up in sticky claws reminding no one is here for you you are alone Struggling seemed too difficult Better to lie still under a thick blanket of longing and loss Morose with the weight of doom swathing a black path across her dying heart Give in and let flames consume her shriveled soul She would never know the mystique of her demise Would be nothing more than a sad glance in the morning paper "Ahh perhaps she had a terminal illness" some would say, Explaining her early departure from this kink they liked to call life, As they read the obits, and tossed down black coffee, kissed the wives Sped down highways to upper class offices, Had affairs with the deciduous secretary of choice on long lunches, Came home late to supper to spend 15 minutes bonding with the 2.5 kids They had planted deep in the belly of the high school homecoming sweetheart Who exonerated her husband at her monthly woman's club meetings with all the members approval Because: He provides so well and actually who needs all that sex anyhow...really it just frees one up! She would never know that her dreams were just on the edge of a neon horizon Preparing for birth by Sheryl McCurdy |
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