Red Head

There she sits, the wayward recessive one, burning the combustibles at both ends, her flaming red hair atop the cigarette she smokes on break, blowing away the risk of emphysema or worse, taking all the chances she can take in ten minutes before or after lunch. What the hell? Who’s going to stop her? More importantly, who’s going to offer her a light? ♥

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Paternity

“You son of a bitch.” That’s what he said. That’s what the man heard sitting at the bar. “You son of a bitch,” the kid said a second time when the man at the bar old enough to be his father didn’t respond. You don’t respond right away to son of a bitch if you’re sitting at a bar. You take your time. You want to turn around real slow if you turn around at all and see who said it, see if they’re talking to you and if they are talking to you it may be a fight whether you are one or not. So he started turning real slow. “You raped my mother. I’m your son.” “So that’s it,” thought the man half turned from the bar. This guy is my son. He looks like me. “Glad to meet you,” he said. “Buy you a drink?” The younger […]

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Half Full

If I could not sleep because I worry all I have not done remains undone and all I might is mightier than I, then getting out of bed becomes a challenge and I admittedly half heartedly try, one foot before the other inevitably leads outside to fetch the paper, other people’s pulp and fortune delivered to my door when lo, the moon half circle in the sky accompanied by some goofy bird’s sarcastic cry, Howdy do Who are you Nice try. I realize I’ve been a fool again and gratefully not locked out half dressed go back inside. ♥

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Stuck Up

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Did you want that next breath I took? Here, let me put it back so you can have it. Not that you depend on me for anything or ever will or ever want to, but it’s the least I can do and as for me not seeing you, I apologize for that as well, for who could ever overlook someone like you for any reason whatsoever, not that anyone could ever be someone like you for any reason whatsoever and I apologize for repeating my apology and taking so much of your valuable time, but I’m so sorry I got in your way or made you go to any trouble to ignore me, not that you go to any trouble for any reason whatsoever to ignore anyone, you do it so beautifully.” ♥

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Salvation

There are buds upon the trees and I am alive to see them. Men boast of weapons and gods in which they believe, all weapons of one sort or another against the enemies they perceive, but all of them are useless. There are buds upon the trees and I am alive to see them. ♥

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