Trudging in the Sands of Singapore

Trudging in the Sands of Singapore


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


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


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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