Nude Joo

OK, almost nude

OK, almost nude

Nude Joo

 

She moves sand,

paints, paints the sides of wood

blocks to make fake libraries

to discover a

child’s inner

beliefs and

emotional score,

tuning their engines

via creative  projects

that do not

even hint at

accurate measure

of what should be done to calm

these TV, PC

deluded

stars who now

have to struggle to

learn in a place that

demands only test scores and

eighteen-hour

study days.

They have a singular chance

to follow

their dreams, since no one

will employ them at

higher than

taxi driver.   “Art on” young

heroes of this

high-stress culture.  Help

her to feel better.

 

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PDB

Life Jacket Anyone?

Life Jacket Anyone?

PDB

 

Rouge cheeks and

bright eyes over the

same loose-fitting hippy dress

and gray T-shirt, so

I wonder

how her family affords

tuition and guess

she works and studies, uses

make-up to try to

cover exhaustion.

Straight As, and

a team player, she makes

new friends: most do not.  Once she

sat in on a class long

enough to

see it was too hard.  She said

she would be back, so

here she is, striving not to

be known as best but

happy anyway.

Too many

students never get involved;

they waltz through

classes as if their

looks or family

name should be

enough to score a grade, as

if Chonnam

were Harvard: then comes

this fresh real learner.

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RCWS

What's for Lunch, lunch or coffee?

What’s for Lunch, lunch or coffee?

RCWS

Ruth walks in

synchronicity

with universal ebb flow

but not herself, a

self-made trick.

Self-inflicted, but

not of her

doing, not embraced,

fought against, dealt with, screamed at,

therapized.

Still, she sings,

this is the one sure

peace time, when all is right, when

everything works as

one, as Ruth.

Child-rearing is its

own reward,

but everything else

too, so, as soon as she could,

Ruth blossomed.

This box brought

us back together, for what?

Mutual

recognition, or

a draw to move on?

In life you

do or don’t follow your heart.

Is once-a-

month coffee enough?

Yes it is, you fool.

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PR

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PR

Some tennis

coach teamed us up so

  the year before, when

she chased me,

and I pulled a chair

down behind me, it was

sixth grade, and she tripped hard on

it, had to

be forgiven if

not forgotten. Priscilla

had grown so

large during the short

intervening June

she became

an instant “hit” with

her male classmates.  But

I had the inside track at

Harley, that

is, until Durbin

and I published our newspaper.

Dad was so

impressed he ran off copies,

but the school

didn’t want to know

who was screwing whom,

who smoked pot,

or how angry she got when

I snapped her

bra strap; or how Chris

fingered Kim in class!

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WCSS

A pair or Norwegians in Singapore

A pair or Norwegians in  Singapore

WCSS

 

You dropped young Jule

into unknown Roosevelt

apartment, took off with Lee

to scope the Rochester gay

scene, or dance, or to…

She woke up

and cried, fell back to

sleep, woke up an cried, so I

hugged her and in my

mind I cried.

Back then I thought you

could replace the giant hole

in my heart; then two others

tried, but I cannot be changed

so they tired, as you

saw again

in beloved Hamburg;

even Brahms neighborhood

could not smooth over

the fact that

you were with

the new right man, and I had

stayed past the

expiration date

of the plastic key

in the nice

inexpensive place you found

You knew,

better than I, how time

flies, makes bad moves worse.

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SH

Trudging in the Sands of Singapore

Trudging in the Sands of Singapore

SH

You, thespian, moved

not just into my building,

but down the hall.  Showed

up at a party in a

gold Lemay mini that gave

Lee a run for his

money, yet

his hip-high

banana-sticking-

out-cake did ice the win.

Ben preferred to break

down his own door than

to risk a couch sleep

among such company.  Then

the novel-length text message

we had about the

confusion

you caused to

yourself when first struck

then annoyed, then let loose by

dreamy one,

only to make eyes at an

Irish soft-

eyed wonder, only

to lose out again,

just in time

for Ben to re-enter, so

to speak, whisk

you from Brooklyn to

Boston.  Stay young Q.

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ET

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ET

Swiss beauty, if it

flows through New

Jersey, spreads legs, accepts one

or two who

do not last, just for

the fun of

How you

ended up a strong District

Attorney I will

never know.

Yet, I doubt you’ve found

a way to

forget the wild romps, escape

from frozen

rules, or bullshit that

flew.  Maybe

it was your

inadvertent exposure

to conniving lies

that helped you

beat both those

arrested and their slimy

lawyers.  Come,

hold my hand again

in the dark,, attack

the way you

used to.  Memories smash in

to dreams; are

you still in Tampa?

Who got you for good?

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