to speak in sequitur....metaphorically adjoined with nonchalance and a dimming resplendancy

i heard the sound of your bike
as the wheel's hit the gravel..
and in the engine in the driveway cutting off

i stood out on the porch thinking "fight fight fight at all costs"

but instead i let you in, just like i always do.
sat you down and offered you a beer.
across the kitchen table, i fired several rounds
but you were still sitting there when the smoke cleared

and you came crawling back to say
you want to make good, make your ammends
well, what can i say?
i adore
you.

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interesting week. added a new hole to my body(shnoz piercing).......allowed my gyno to bring new meaning to "abuse my vagina for a half hour with a speculum, acetic vinegar, cotton swabs, and flesh stamps that take a chunk of me with every click i hear".....dabbled with, and came to grips with, the magnetic disposition of my fleeting hope in all things adulatory vis a vis my fleeting fear of fruitlessness....realized that climbing stairs with the new hoo-hoo barbell is funtastic.....further realized my ability to make the best fuckin crabmeat rangoons ever...and topped it off with a radio show that auctions off, so-to-speak, women every thursday to male callers. today's girl? two of my friend's ex girlfriend (yea, she dated both, and fucked the GG).....who was the male caller who won? oh yes. the booty-denying-ass-hat.

splendid.

"your girl is lovely hubbel.....and if we could do it all again...would we? could we? ah. memories...yes. your girl is lovely hubbel"