She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Afternoon rendezvous
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She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.
Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.
Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.
…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.
She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
In it she was arm
candy, someone that turned heads
unexpectedly.
I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.