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Number Two Girl

28 Monday Feb 2022

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Looking down,
I noticed the shoes.
Very sparkly with lots
of rhinestones,
four inch leather heels.
“Little early in the day isn’t
it?” I think.
My eyes travel up, nice legs,
good outfit.
Pretty face? Not exactly, just nice.
About thirty-five years old;
she’s going up in the hotel elevator
with a man twice her age.
She’s not his wife,
she has settled in life.
She’s the number two girl.
He pays the bills, she gets nice things.
He gets to feel younger for a while,
’til he goes home to his wife.
She’ll go back to her apartment,
and wait, until the next time.

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Twinkle, twinkle

22 Tuesday Feb 2022

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TWINKLE, TWINKLE

I shuffle the cards,

and gaze at the stars.

Jupiter is next to the

moon, they say,

Saturn and Antares are

on the way.

But, twinkle, twinkle you are my star,

how  I wonder where you are.

The Hanged Man needs some

attention now,

but I  consider the Fool

and stare at that card.

As the moon goes down

and the sun comes up,

 know this,

I am the moon to your sun.

 Venus on the horizon is

fated to be impatient but

The Knight of Pentacles has not come. 

I reshuffle the cards and lay them out

straight and remember that

Jupiter follows the moon tonight.

Good ‘Ol Boys

17 Thursday Feb 2022

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The old men sit around in
their group, drinking coffee.
They are laughing and guffawing
and topping each other’s
stories about how and what, way back when.
When they were this and when
they were that; their lives, their loves,
their girlfriends.
Everyone having a bigger story than the next guy.

Harry sits there and laughs with them,
his hollowed out eyes a testament of the
fire raging inside his body, about to burn itself out.
His laughter, empty.

Quietly, gently, the bird of prey sent
by the Angel of Death softly flaps its
wings and lands on his shoulder, silently.
He doesn’t appear to notice, but really, he
knows that it’s there.

The men drink their coffee and laugh,
unconcerned.
Softly the bird sinks its claws into Harry’s
shoulder and with a mighty flap of those
night darkened wings, lifts him up and away.

The men in the group don’t seem to notice,
slapping each other on the back, it’s time to leave,
until next time.  
 
 
 
 
 

The Shoes

17 Thursday Feb 2022

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She stared and stared at my shoes.

I looked down at my feet – leather
sandals with blue, rhinestone straps.

My fresh pedicure winked back at me with
the gold sparkle polish.

I looked back at her. Now her head was hanging
way down like she was thinking.

“If I could just have the shoes, it would all be okay.”

I looked away, she made me uncomfortable with her
shabby clothes and dirty hands, holding the handle of the old
metal shopping cart.

It was filled to the brim with stuff… flotsam and jetsam, boxes and bags
in all mis-matched colors and styles. They matched her clothes.

Her head hung down so you couldn’t see her eyes.

I glanced at my Seiko watch to check the time, didn’t want to be
late for that hair appointment.

She had on an old visor, stuck in her hair that mostly hid her face.
I readjusted the ear buds on my Apple I-phone four.

I didn’t want to look at her and share her shame, irresistibly my
eyes were pulled back to her riding on this crowded subway.

Why so many bags and boxes? Ah, this is her house that she carries with her.
Of course.

She blends in here, with all the other people, all going somewhere.
She looks like anybody else.

It’s when she leaves here and goes up to the street;
that’s when she has to become someone who has
somewhere to go, someone to meet.

But there is no one and nowhere. Just the street.

I check my lipstick in the mirror in my handbag,
the train is slowing down.

Time to get back to my life.

Books Amazon/Kindle

13 Sunday Feb 2022

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The Date

12 Saturday Feb 2022

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THE DATE

She laughs

a little too hard.

She tries a little

too much.

She is supposed to be out

enjoying this thing.

But she can’t stop thinking

of him and how much she

wishes he were here,

instead of this guy,

who makes her laugh

a little too hard.

Dragon

09 Wednesday Feb 2022

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The animal creaks and groans loudly,
it clangs and rattles incessantly.
The metal scales beat and pound
on each other.

It clanks back and forth, back and forth,
swaying through the night as it
roars mercilessly across the
countryside, its tail whipping to
and fro.

I sit safe and snug inside the belly
of the beast, watching as the
lights flick by at alarming speed.
I’m not afraid,
the beast will protect me.

As we scream into the station
it vomits out its passengers and is
still for the moment, panting.

Then like a shriek,
the little man in the
tight black suit and black hat
blows his whistle and waves.

Reluctantly, the beast moves again,
building up speed, lurching,
howls back into the night.


                                          

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