Sunday, May 5, 2013


I've put my teeth to bed.
shortly, I'll follow them.

I have this great 
emptiness in my head.

If the wind will not serve, take to the oars.

Latin Proverb

making her crazy, his prime directive.
but she made him dizzy;
then, redirected his prime directive,
making him her boy toy.
and this is where things get sketchy:

she saw him coming and going.
but she liked him better went.
so he got right up and got went.
she sends him a weekly check
making sure he stays good and went. 


Friko said...

sans eyes, sans ears, sans teeth, sans everything, just a great big emptiness.

It’s depressing, or it would be, if it weren’t so funny.

richard said...

Well, yes, funny.....That's the key, I guess, funny...thanks, Friko.