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 Jul 2016 Tryst
Scarlet McCall
[Police were called to a New Jersey school after a student accused another student of racism for calling brownies brownies. In defense of the police no one was arrested]

Brownies are sweet, tasty and brown,
but New Jersey’s schools hear this with a frown.
Color’s off color, don’t you know--
mention it, and the Thought Police
will have you in tow.

Blondies are sweet and a bit greasy--
a tasty snack, not a girl who’s easy.
But better call them cake, or you’ll be dissed
as someone who is completely ***-ist.

Anything you say can and will be held against you--
mot just by the cops, but by those you thought you knew.
It’s the days of Stalin, or “1984” from Orwell;
better watch what you say; they might be listening in the stairwell.

Once we all worshipped the First Amendment.
Now "politically correct" has gone beyond heavy-handed.
Use only approved phrases, or outcast will be your fate--
Political Correctness  destroyed a country once great.
 Jul 2016 Tryst
r
Waiting room
 Jul 2016 Tryst
r
The young receptionist
suddenly crossed her legs
behind the window
of the waiting room of my love,
smacked her gum
and said promise not to leave,
always come back if you do,
even if we give you bad news
for the rest of your life.
 Jul 2016 Tryst
Traveler
UNTOUCHABLE
 Jul 2016 Tryst
Traveler
I dreamt you were an Angel
From a world quite divine
A light shone all around you
As water turned to wine

You came to heal the people
Of their hatred and disease
But you turned away in sorrow
'Cuz your touch could not heal me...

It all felt so familiar
As if it happened once before
You left me in the ruins
Of this bloodstain killing floor...
An old one,
Letter to an ex's.
Back when.
Actually it's a bridge to a song I wrote called, "World Unkind".
 Jul 2016 Tryst
Traveler
Where are you now
My reckless desire
Come share my warnth
You sweet ***** liar
Tell us not of
The truth of souls
Burn the bridges
   When you go...

Who are you now
Slight of my dreams
Long gypsy nights
Shrill banshee screams
Follow me down
The path of split ends
Into the shadows
   Of all that has been...
 Jul 2016 Tryst
Allen Robinson
I pull back and backhand
you like an old school
**** checking his ***
I don't condone that
behavior, I'm making
a point... literally

Next comes that vicious
overhead smash in the
name of love as I
desire to keep you
in a confined box

Forehand after Forehand
to complete the point, set
and ultimately match
You may judge me with
your rules, but you
will not break me as
I am the winner.
My little ode to the fortnight of Wimbledon
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