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 May 2015 lolita
Mike Essig
We are different. Why not?

But we are so much alike.

An aging monk, I long ago
left the importance of opinions
and the world's judgements behind.

For me, that was difficult.

First, the world beat me
to a ******, barely breathing
husk of a man.  I took many
punches; I struggled up
and learned a new way to live.

You are young and what
had to be beaten out of me
seems to come naturally to you.

Now, I take my chances
and live with the results.

All I ask of you  is a chance.

Whatever happens will happen.

Two souls that kiss
can overcome many differences
because, soul to soul,
they create their own world
outside of time and space.

Maybe not forever, but in
a mortal world, what difference?

Forever is you in my arms,
the still point in life's
hurricane, for as long as
you are content to be there.

I didn't storm your world;
you let me in. I can't win
your heart; you aren't a prize,
you are a person, a woman.

You will choose to offer it
freely or you will not.

Your life, your heart, your choice.

I am here, a man, waiting to see
how the cards get dealt and then
play the hand I am given.

I am hoping to get
the Queen of Hearts.

Here's to good cards and good luck.

  ~mce
RLA
 May 2015 lolita
Chloë Fuller
a very prominent philadelphia actor is still asleep next to me
i can't find my meteor
construction lurks outside
bang bang bang
he is stirring
i was everywhere last night
isn't it bizarre how memory works?
images rushing back like waves on a shore
who were we last year?
who were we last night?
I was so moved by terrible art
masturabatory
over romanticization of the highest pain
****
i amaze myself by how nice i can be sometimes
i hate being nice
life doesnt imitate art
whoever said that was a ******* idiot
 May 2015 lolita
Bluedyedroses
High
 May 2015 lolita
Bluedyedroses
You can smell the alcohol off my breath
The burn is soothing,
This life leading to an unforgettable death
The beat of the drum gets me moving,
Going around the clock on **** and cigarettes
Waiting for a surprise,
"What did I do with my phone?" She forgets,
What will tonight bring? Will she have to tell more lies?
Stale smoke never lingers
Because she clears the bowl,
Hoping for the rush to flow to her fingers
Way up in the sky on could9, ten bucks is the gateway tole

— The End —