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 Sep 2013 Katy Laurel
Showman
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
 Sep 2013 Katy Laurel
Showman
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
I was asleep when you came in.
Wakening to the intoxicating tequila that drizzles from your mouth,
You've already managed to start the discussion
Combing you’re hands, lips and tongue to orchestrate
A stroke of genius in full consequence,
You now have my attention..

But you’re not alone,       
Putting on my glasses
I see you picked once again
Navigating takes four hands ya know.

Now choose:
A spin-cycle or tune up,
temporary vision, lost again.
Each of you raves,
You both used to dance.
Looking at each other,
synchronizing the helm.

Yearning for violence you scratch the flesh
That harbors you’re enthusiasm.
Backbiting lust and forceful appetite,
This is what happens when you
*Wake the Wolf.
 Sep 2013 Katy Laurel
Rob
Metaphors like similes
Alluring alliteration
Onomatopoeic sounds
Swish swash through its creation
Full of figurative constructions
To skyscrapers of the soul
That rise to a crescendo
Then with bathos quickly fall
So what is it I have written?
Just a stream of consciousness?

For if I claim a classic poem
Then you’d be right to take the …. :)
Just a bit of fun !!
RD ©2013
 Sep 2013 Katy Laurel
Rob
Flammable
 Sep 2013 Katy Laurel
Rob
It’s unnerving how after all this time
Even with clarity of experience
Of the conflagration and how
that burning pain eased so slow, then subsided to a dull ache
and finally to acceptance
How after all that seeming resolution
You are still a pretty moth with slightly singed wings
who appears to see a light in me
And I am still fuel to your particular spark.
Always know where your extinguisher is :)
RD ©2013
 Sep 2013 Katy Laurel
Rob
When she’s hot
She’s very, very hot
And when I’m hot,  She melts
So drown us both with gushing hose
And soothe our steaming pelts!
It's awfully British to moan about the heat after a while, but it's so rare that we should just get on and make the most of it!
RD © 2013
I have always been surrounded
By walls, by walls
They guard me and they disguise me
I am but a fetus
I am a fetus forcing myself to grow hair
To grow affections
To be human
Whatever it means to be human

But the forces of the external
They are growing stronger
And they have pounded me down
Those externalities weren't aware
That it was
Them
They caused it
Why question it
You caused it.

My fortress was build upon empty words
Hopeless faith
The unceasing optimism of a teenage idiot
I am an idiot

And I am an idiot
Because my fortress has an intruder
He has managed to unveil my true intent
Now I am a fetus
Exposed

I have been exposed
But his hands are around me
They are bringing me warmth and life
And for once
Once again
I smile

The intruder does too.
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