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the box
A micro-story.
the boy was sick of it and stormed out. he went for a drive. he started to think more seriously on his dream. no responsibilities. no cares just laying around all day with his pixie, getting high playing video games fucking, no disturbances. that would be the life, he thought, and wondered if this room would be his paradise. he wondered how long it would be before he could visit it.
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A micro-story for mature readers.
i spot her immediately the only girl in the class with that effervescent copper hair shoulder length freshly washed and naturally curly the longest strands running like water down to her, black v neck sweater form fitting i can see her breasts surge forth then end in their b cup abruptness and i think of how larger, fuller they would be when her nipples are hard she must have caught me staring by now but i cant help myself i am lost in my own fantasy, if not her i think of anyone else around me following my eye line to whatever, whoever can catch my attention. thats when i snap out of it not because i am embarrassed but because as soon as she walked in i knew she was mine i could feel, the skin around her hips clutching tightly to every curve how my hands make the tiny blond hairs on her waistline stand on end like stalactites i had already explored her, exploited her riches, our future was my present. and all of my confidence surges to my temples and i feel focused and rich with the possibilities, then the headache. the migraine begins again.
//jf 11.17.2019
maybe you should learn to drive
A poem.
whisk me away.
strip me
blind me
bind me down
fill my cold heart with sound.
a future promised is warmth abound.
string me up and wash me.
let the water caress me
kicking and screaming
teething
fear of awesome believing.
im still in this pram,
this darkened cab.
the van parks out back.
“i worked in the food court for five years
so i should know what i’m talking about”
A poem.
there is a point
at which a confident man can no longer internalize.
he must act on these burgeoning emotions
with a conscious, determined catharsis.
in these times of crisis,
tranquility could mean leaping from the Manhattan bridge
on a hot Summer’s day.
theory of a daskeman 