Title: THE NOT SO NEWLYWED GAME
Wife makes a rare appearance inside the man-cave, and she has been yakking nonstop for almost two minutes now...
Wife> .... and the winning couple walks away with a big fat thousand dollar check payable to the charity of their choice. So I signed us up that same day....
Husband is totally engrossed in yet another episode of 'The History Channel's 'Alone' series.
Husband> Mmm...that's nice, hon.
Wife moves to stand almost directly in front of the huge flat-screen on the wall.
Wife> Did you hear anything I just said? We're Couple # 3.
Husband grunts as he cups his balls and gives them a slig
Husband> Got something for you.
Wife> I'm not falling for that again.
Husband grins and waves a sheet of notebook paper in the air.
> Does this look like nuts to you?
Wife> What is it?
Husband> My bucket list. Since you showed me yours, I thought I'd return the favor.
Here. I'd prefer that you read 'em out loud, if only for their sheer entertainment value.
Wife takes the paper.
> Sure thing. Should I be sitting down?
Husband> Nah. Won't take you long. It's a short list, unlike your four page novella.
Wife> That's not what I meant.
Husband (anxious to get things underway)> Just start at th
.a read.
.
this pile of shite
stuck together bits of vids
paintings
others words whole or paraphrased
my newsprint cut out characters
a faux abduction kidnapper note
my slow motion suicide message
to you
the
uncaring
,
.
I could fall in love with you, so of course, I did.
.
.
It is the sense of noise, as present in the hushed hallways of an oathed monastery or silence-sworn nunnery, that impending state of awaiting air’s vibration. Hotels of despair contain it, their padded floors and quiet snick latch rubber dampened doors; the hotels not yet occupied by destitute government sponsored de
.Gazebo of Leaves.
.
Damn you
Damn you
Damn you
always and forever
we are
damned
.
.
a throb to her movements
a howl of her heart
in vapors cold
that one she longs
always to hold
.
.
grrr
you won't feed me
eat me
keep me
follow me
jump the train
don't remain
ohhhh tales i will tell
on you
.
.
when you are singular
an item of isolation
you seek a similar
match
who will cling
as tightly
.
.
self aware
knowing that
she'll always care
Pillow Talk for Old Married Farts by eqlrytes, journal
Pillow Talk for Old Married Farts
11:52 pm
Husband> Your feet are cold.
Wife> I know. That's why I'm trying to warm them up.
Husband> (Grunt)
Wife> Do you want me to move 'em?
Husband> You're fine.
A minute passes......
Wife> Peak?
Husband> Mmmm...?
Wife> I'm 51.
Husband> (mumbling) You're only as old as you feel.
Wife> Hm. You believe that crap?
Husband> I gotta believe. I'm older than you...dipshit.
Wife> Yeah, but you must know it's different for us women. You older guys have that 'distinguished' look. You can let your hair get all gray, and you'll still turn heads. For most women over 40 it's all down hi
.it was just a name after all. by Amanda-Graham, journal
.it was just a name after all.
.it was just a name after all.
To be obsessed with someone who is negligent at best … is that search for satisfying the insatiable the reason for this place? Is it why I always remain? A revenant with such violent demands and capabilities my body could never sustain? Which of us is truly the psychotic spirit obsessed?
Psychic or physical – I impose impacts paranormal. Let me in. Picking your single voice from this hiss white noise, fading in and then back out in clarity; you singing with that soft drawl; your songs of loneliness. Is it just bait laid to entrap? Do you dwell in life so deeply longing that I’m on your breat
. memes to dismember me with . by Amanda-Graham, journal
. memes to dismember me with .
. memes to dismember me with .
We want to know who we are, and alone, we find no answers. We turn to the eyes of others inquiring, "Do you know me?" At times we suffer their silences. Much later, in those moments where endings are being approached, we wonder, ‘Was it what they saw of me?’ or ‘Had I made other choices, at some point earlier on, would this moment have been avoided?’
Our meanings, seeing ourselves, occur only as echoes. The sound of footsteps in dark alleys, in Marseille perhaps, where I was uncertain in my language, so involved in thinking that I missed what it was she said softly. I caught only the wo
. to be loved .
.roses.
offers of adoration
sacrifice
passions grasp
jealousy in it's gasp
purity of heart
failed salvation
sweet Christ's blood
passages to walk
beginnings and endings
annoyed acknowledgements
formula
steps
always
give me thorns.
.to be loved.
i do not wish to be loved
that piddling passing flash
or
the mamby-pamby
"Let me give you a hug, i love you"
dismissive vocal ending
“love you”
a followed click a sheet rustle
or
that unending steady state of welfare devotion
tempered by days and nights
of pure regret resentment
or
"Thou art human God loves you"
“This
. women only .
.one of those days.
wakin up
with
'tried it all's
as first thoughts
an
"wtf"s
fallin like stars
hard flamin rocks
. and .
she was the trickery
of the leading 'and'
that tugs on the line
that signals your mind
will fill in her blanks
. la Résistance .
you didn’t want to know
repeated
looking in the mirror
walking in public
exposed for what you now are
no longer secret
no longer spared
face to face with it
with yourself
in finality
resisting
still in denial
that
yes
your body hates you
more than you ever
hated it
regret
you delayed
too long a coward
. women only .
A nice room wher