Sell my fortune for this, hedge my bets and trim the hedgerows, turn the corner of my hearthstone find myself neat and low.
Nice and steady, but ready. For something broader, something deeper and more meaningful meaning I have to try harder and not just idle out and auction off all of my clothes I don't feel like washing at all.
I get that feeling often.
My attempts at causation may have caused concern, but I've found you cannot have something to prove without having something to learn,
that's why every day I die and come back to life.
breath new life, trifle with new strife.
keep kicking until I get kicked out myself.
isn't that what this life is all about?
requisite poem for entrance to Hello Poetry, published here
velvet cord blocks their entrance, this show is not for everyone, no amount of bribery could get them in, on opening night the line winds away, production took lifetimes of innocence, with casting simply an impossible task, many auditioned with memorized lines, while your lines soared above tidal waves of emotion, with Hollywood heckling your agent, and singing praises only to the tune of your name, it will be you with a name plastered in lights, as i will exist only to become your footnote, but for a moment,
Saturday afternoon: She came over for the audition. She was wearing a black leather mini, black blouse, black fish net stockings and black high heels. She was hot. So was I...She told me to get on my knees and look under her shirt. Her perfectly ******* greeted me, followed by her flat stomach and bra-less breast. I couldn't resist - I reached up, grabbed her, and throw her on the couch. I wanted to **** her right there but, she stopped me. She said that she wanted to touch it first. That, she loved touching her ***** after it's shaved- the friction of flesh rubbing against flesh, the sensation, made her *** harder. She said she wanted me to shave her the next time - so I can watch her ***, the help her wash everything off. She says a lot of things... After all, its only an audition