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‘Man’s Search for Meaning’ rests upon the garden table Neon yellow highlights drawn almost to the last word but leaving it, dangling Two cups of coffee accompanied She talks and talks unceasing Not a breath to inspire Not a pause Not a subject Not a point Nor conclusion KAW keh KAW KAW!!!! KAW KAW!!!!! The chin never stops. He looks away Returning her a brief glance One Banana, Two Banana Barely looking her in the eye His earbuds resting down below his shoulders But close enough and ready To block out the sound And yet He won’t stick them in and shut out mania A maniac Nodding on the rare occasion However briefly He looks away Turning his head politely to Drag one more time on that joint A morning joint that won’t survive her onslaught of words There’s just not enough time what with him pulling away on me like that?! He drags on his **** Making sure he’s alive Are you still there buddy? Luckily you don’t have ears, eh! He drags again More attentive to the filter and the Slim White Stretch between his fingers Just like the other one The one in his pants Close enough to the side pocket He picks at the lint on his Adidas And examines his fingernails Pulls at his ****** hair Stealing a suspicious Narrow eyes glance back at her She leans in and stare at the earthen floor The leaves have been swept away She wears little Blessed with an ample ***** but no brain She keep her robes open She can cook and sweep the floors And talk and talk and talk But will this keep him? He’s smiling now Laughing, ****** He’ll make it through to lunchtime She’s off to the kitchen ‘for a sec’ And look, he’s on his phone To another one so far undetetected He’s grinning Maybe there a pictures! I know someone in Mexico who keeps hers in very fine high quality cigars He knows about such things And there used to be one up the street who sported very short shorts In hopes of keep him distracted or preoccupied The space filled alongside her In her bed at night In the distance, The Spanish Evangelicals Sing! And Sing! Endless! Rejoicing! It’s been hours! Sometimes there really is no excuse to wear yoga pants But the vaccine is here And things could get shaky Unstable The eyes having begun their wandering in advance of the Summer Solstice And it’s very nearly time to advertise. Leaving their outdoor table He makes a quick exit To another assignation And alone He’s run away! She opens the book again Just a few pages left She’s almost done Yellow pen in hand mouth closed
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
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VIKTOR FRANKL’S GOT YOU BOO’D UP FOR THE PANDEMIC
‘Man’s Search for Meaning’ rests upon the garden table Neon yellow highlights drawn almost to the last word but leaving it, dangling Two cups of coffee accompanied She talks and talks unceasing Not a breath to inspire Not a pause Not a subject Not a point Nor conclusion KAW keh KAW KAW!!!! KAW KAW!!!!! The chin never stops. He looks away Returning her a brief glance One Banana, Two Banana Barely looking her in the eye His earbuds resting down below his shoulders But close enough and ready To block out the sound And yet He won’t stick them in and shut out mania A maniac Nodding on the rare occasion However briefly He looks away Turning his head politely to Drag one more time on that joint A morning joint that won’t survive her onslaught of words There’s just not enough time what with him pulling away on me like that?! He drags on his **** Making sure he’s alive Are you still there buddy? Luckily you don’t have ears, eh! He drags again More attentive to the filter and the Slim White Stretch between his fingers Just like the other one The one in his pants Close enough to the side pocket He picks at the lint on his Adidas And examines his fingernails Pulls at his ****** hair Stealing a suspicious Narrow eyes glance back at her She leans in and stare at the earthen floor The leaves have been swept away She wears little Blessed with an ample ***** but no brain She keep her robes open She can cook and sweep the floors And talk and talk and talk But will this keep him? He’s smiling now Laughing, ****** He’ll make it through to lunchtime She’s off to the kitchen ‘for a sec’ And look, he’s on his phone To another one so far undetetected He’s grinning Maybe there a pictures! I know someone in Mexico who keeps hers in very fine high quality cigars He knows about such things And there used to be one up the street who sported very short shorts In hopes of keep him distracted or preoccupied The space filled alongside her In her bed at night In the distance, The Spanish Evangelicals Sing! And Sing! Endless! Rejoicing! It’s been hours! Sometimes there really is no excuse to wear yoga pants But the vaccine is here And things could get shaky Unstable The eyes having begun their wandering in advance of the Summer Solstice And it’s very nearly time to advertise. Leaving their outdoor table He makes a quick exit To another assignation And alone He’s run away! She opens the book again Just a few pages left She’s almost done Yellow pen in hand mouth closed
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