First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13

He opens his Star Wars: A New Hope lunch box
Inside a hippies dream.
**** in baggies that have the superman symbol
And Batman symbol on them
Tabs of LSD
And molly.
Hunter S. Thompson would have a field day

©Gambit '13

he was immersed in the hum-drum of everyday life,
his Mondays bleeding into his Tuesdays, just as it had for fifty-five years.
protected by his shining armor of ignorance,
he was untouchable.
what he didn't know, couldn't hurt him,
and what he did know, taught him that he didn't desire to know anymore.
he liked to sit behind his desk, and drink his coffee,
and read what he was told to read and type what he was told to type.
and every night, he would sit at the same bar,
quietly drinking his glass of Jack and Coke.
what he never noticed, however,
was that as his days bled, so did he.
and this is how a man died,
while his heart still beat to that familiar hum-drum.

I know what a skydiver feels like,
though I've never actually jumped from a plane
because with you I feel I'm skydiving.
Free falling, chutes failed
Crashing into your arms, into my world-
Yearning for the touch that grounds me
better than this planet ever has or could or will.
And in your eyes I see an ocean
One I plan to swim forever, trusting that
the water will be warm and the waves never too rough.
But it's in your soul that I find home,
in a space made just for me,
the one that waited, patiently waited-
Knowing only I would fit.

She looked at me,
Very afraid,
and asked,
why sir,
are you even awake.
I grinned voraciously,
Dipping down under,
My conscious mind,
now being taken over,
Oh I am dangerous,
And my fair lady,
Watch your self closely,
Do not be too daring,
For if you make me want you,
If you keep looking at me,
I will take you and make your body
baring, all its pink little secrets,
and I'll swallow up,
Even your shallow regrets.

The hols in his shoes
His ruffled hair,
The way he's so jumpy
A sweatshirt never changing,

The ***** shirt
That also holds blood stains
From fights past,
Holes in the knees of his pants,

His foul language
The anger beneath the surface,
Scars dealt by others
All of this and more,

His kind eyes
The glowing smile
A warm hug
His ringing laugh

All of this and more
Is why I stay,
Stay with him here
All of this and so much more.

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.