A little more

She looked at Anderson with those very eyes.  He was every bit the part of that young, fun, twink the old, jaded, queens love to hate.  His dyed blondish brown hair was spiked haphazardly in a purposeful, Got2B Hard sort of way.  His baby blue Tommy Hilfiger polo complemented his ever-sparkling brown eyes perfectly and the white tee underneath was in careful contrast to his Mystic Tan.  His matching Hilfiger jeans hugged all five foot eleven inches of his slim form in all the right places and his Doc Martens brought the whole ensemble to a remarkable finish. 

      Andersons thick eyebrows wiggled.  "Do YOU want to tell him that he is no longer wanted?"

      Darcy thought about this for a short time before shaking her head vigorously.  "No.  You are right.  It will work itself out.  And if it doesnt...Well, it just will.  We'll MAKE it happen."

      They were discussing Andersons current roommate.  He wasnt Bad per se.  He just didnt really...Well...fit the bill.  Only Darcy could.  But after the raging summer they had shared, Anderson's Mother and Grandmother were reluctant to let them live together in Anderson's Nashville apartment.  And they paid his bills after all.  But then again they always gave him what he wanted...Eventually.

      "They just have to understand."  He whined, ringing his hands.  "I feel so...I dont know...Out of place and I miss you and I think that we would be good for each other.  I mean, what are you doing here anyway?  This is perfect for both of us!"

      Darcy knew he was right.  Again.  She WAS being kicked out of her current residence for off-handedly commenting on the fuckability of her roommate's boyfriend.  Word tended to travel fast in her social circle.  She had been wondering what she was going to do, so as far as opportune, this situation won the blue ribbon.

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Just the beginning

"I mean, what do you mean?  Wont he like realize that you are basically kicking him out?"  Darcy looked at Anderson with exaggerated incredulousity. 

            Anderson grinned semi-evilly.

            "He'll never know and even if he were to suspect, he'd be way too polite to say it."  He shook his head.  "No way.  He'll just bow out the way we want him to."

Darcy pushed her glasses up her nose and tried unsuccessfully to tame her wavy mane with her fingers.  She wasn't so sure, but then again Anderson always was.  He could talk her into anything.  Almost.  Well...yeah pretty much anything.  He was so convincing in his invincibility.  Sometimes it made her wince to watch his recklessness.  Or maybe she was just jealous.  It was hard to say and even harder to not say and try to work through the feeling internally.  She knew that jealously was simply a lesson in disguise.  She knew he knew she felt it sometimes in spite of her best efforts. But he was kind enough to ignore it.  Maybe that was part of their magic.  She knew how to be jealous less often than other people.  It really was all about fun.  The less insecurity interfered with fun, the better.  Although at times, it was tough being pals with a protégé.

They were sitting in his little Mazda the same way that they had on countless occasions.  This time it was parked in the driveway of where Darcy happened to be living at the moment.  They had decided to discuss their future where they could hear each other above the desperate din of indie musicians.  Darcy was more than filling out her size eleven bongo jeans and trying to suck in the skin that threatened spill over the top of her waistband.  Her ill-fitting 34C pushup bra was covered by a lime green shirt that Anderson would later admit to hating.  Her feet sported clunky black Sketchers.  As for accessories, she had chosen a hemp necklace that she had braided herself.  This particular necklace boasted beautiful beadwork interwoven throughout the hemp twine which came to a crescendo at a large onyx encased in complex knots with complex names.  Darcy had spent over a week tying and untying it while under the influence of assorted chemicals.  Her hair was a slightly past shoulder-length mass of sometimes tangled brown waves.  She wore light makeup today, but not always.  Darcy had never had her eyebrows plucked as it had not occurred to her.  Her lips weren't thick, but they certainly weren't thin.  Her cheeks were neither chubby nor hollow and if you were to ask her, she would describe her brown eyes as "knowing" or "worldly".

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Inspired by Shakespeare

WAXING QUASI-ELIZABETHAN

I prithee' act with me
As players do
Leave me not to my soliloquies
Which lament the absence of you
Play with me and wax ridiculously
of the all and nothing
Check your inhibitions
At the door of our comraderie

Aid me in discovery
Of new greener grounds
With lips forming O
Astonishments abound
Passion for living seeping
Through our skin
Age old questions answered
From within and without the
Expectations of social ridgidities
We can't help but confound

I'm not asking for love
Just coffee and verse
Nothing lacking here but
Another player with whom
To rehearse
These words on this line
That spans decades or more
As man races to die
Let's just play and perform

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A lover

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something I wrote two weeks ago about someone

Random Freehand Writing While on Legal Speed, Late at Night When I Should Have Been Sleeping

Okay so do I like you?

Or do I just like liking you?

Because I am having a hard time

Thinking of things other than you

And honestly Ive never been a big fan

Of romantic poetry

As Ive always held that the writers of it

Should take on a hobby

Or something more enriching than pining

But now I am a hypocrite

Because I find myself pining with tingling lips

As I think of your kiss and unwittingly

Pucker them a bit

And I tell myself that these musings

Are the result of an idle mind

And I really should find something more rewarding

To occupy that particular space

That just seems to fill with thoughts of you

But honestly Id rather not try

To make you go away because I like it

As much as I realize that it makes no sense

So there you have it

And I guess that I could have been

More explicit, but truly sexual fantasies

Simply are not the extent of it

I almost regret to admit that

I might take as much delight in being

By your side for a minute and watching

You live your life as you see fit

As I thrive creatively in your presence

So maybe I dont feel so bad

Because this little daydream of mine

Is actually quite selfish

As I have determined that I would derive

Personal benefit from being given

A few hours of your time during which

I am sure to obtain enjoyment that will

Up the ante for the degree of pleasure I seek

From this human experience

Erin

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Player

Player

 I pretended to be your friend

As per our agreement

But I felt your sex shiver

Against my platonic playing body

I think I might have left you

In less capable hands that night

But who knows, who am I to decide

All I know is that I chewed

My lip raw thinking

Of you unbridled and in my bed

Bucking with the passion you bury

Are you so unhinged with her

As you were with me

Cause I think I might be spoiled now

And I don't spoil easily

I'll play and burn maybe

I'll get tired eventually

And you won't call

Cause you are strong and you just

Won't need me even a little

And I will tell myself

I don't want you

And we will go on like that

Unto forever

And you will never

See this because I am not weak

Enough to say anything

And I don't even know how to wink

So c'est la vie and thank you

For inspiring me

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you know who you are
Category: Writing and Poetry

You Know Who You Are

I once thought that you were brave

And we were special

That we could negotiate the fate of mankind

Over a game of pool

Spun out on acid

That somehow we would be a force

And bring about that all elusive change

That we would heal the world

With love and uhhh

What were those other concepts

I saw us doing, being, living

How did I put it

Ah yes: "Let's

Spin dizzily through fields

Of false realities

Created by our subconscious intentions

Fling merrily the picked grass

Of the sacred

And discuss it later over cognac"

I figured that we would laugh long like

Demi-gods ahead of our time

But where are you now

I guess in the long run

It is easier to be afraid

Though a lot less fun

I see now that I will push onward endlessly

That I might hurt

And it will be okay

Thank you for the lessons but

I guess I should have known

That I was just high on acid

And you are just another jaded visionary

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sex and breakfast
Category: Writing and Poetry

SEX AND BREAKFAST

You might be attractive

But are you creative

In the sack

So you say yes

When I ask

Are you into that

But can you summon

Depraved beasts of passion

To ransack

My sexual space

To shambles

Of shameless submission

Turning talking dirty

To awe-inspired rap

Will you fuck me

Front, side, and back

In several thousand

Countless ways

Then could I sway you to stay

For philosophical debate

Over coffee

English muffins and eggs

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Notes of honest indignation
Category: Writing and Poetry

Notes of honest indignation at someone's failure to establish regular rapport

How cool must you be

That you don't have

To get to know me

That you don't feel compelled

To exist in a space

Close to that which

I occupy

Did I miss something

Because I think

I am enthralling

I just assumed

You would be pleased

That I consider you

Equal to me

And not just

In that one way

We say that

All men are

But being you

You know what I mean

You're not the common type

And neither am I

So I want to know

Your thoughts on things

Therefore I find

Your reluctance puzzling

And honestly

I am annoyed that you

Could let yourself

Miss this opportunity

And lose your place

Inside my mind

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Real
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Real

I’ve been asleep, pretending to be awake

Luckily I caught myself again lying down on the job, neglecting my life’s work

By somehow feeling that I had reached a point

But a point is not an end

It is only a speck of endless energy that is always beginning

So, there I am, so proud of myself

Only to be ridiculed by a higher me

Although in a world without hierarchy, I suppose I am

Beside myself with humility

Or am I just amused again

Because my ego thought I knew something or had an inside track

Perhaps gained an ethereal confidante

But I know those are illusions

Like collections of shapes that become a sailboat when you step away

And adjust your gaze just so

I’ve seen fleets of sailboats, just briefly

Before they are swept away by gusts of wind and the earth’s rotation

And I find myself twirling

My arms are outstretched as the glittering confetti

Of reality’s fragile mosaic rains down on me, a fleck of pink dust falling on my eyelashes

And I blink it out like it was never there

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