Mr. Anguish

An
alliance
of exotic
oils
lulls me
to heat:
waxy,
pointillist,
and
drooping.
She rises
from
an erotic
tableau
of moldy
old
pornography
and begs
the gleam
In my eye
for mercy.

Mateo 2017

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“Home”

Dire Straits/Sultans Of Swing
1977,

And Harry doesn’t mind, if he doesn’t, make the scene
He’s got a daytime job, he’s doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin’ it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We’re the Sultans of Swing

A Flight of Ideas: Johnny

Johnny is soft around the middle but that doesn’t bother Pattie.

She nibbles some bits and waits for him to finish his show.

Pattie scrolls through her news feed:

“Today in an action reminiscent of the worst excesses of the
1960’s a feminist icon burst into flames!”

“Oh me, oh my,” Patti sighs, “I’m so nuts and so obnoxious!”

Johnny weeps with Miss America as Ms. Arkansas is crowned.

Ms. Congeniality stalks across the stage to snatch her check
from the emcee.

“I will use my beauty to feed the World!”  Ms. Arkansas sobs.

The crowd goes wild with sincerity

…as a chorus of angels goes  Ooooooooooh….

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