Massage Parlor Lies

Merely rubbing. A man has a right to be rubbed, Sugar. Seriously. Ain’t no type of geisha thing going on; just a little enjoyment. Pay them and they just rub you like a chiropractor, totally on the up and up, nothing racy or risqué. Loosens up my back. Isn’t true at all what you heard [...]

Streaker

Suddenly, not so subtle motion there in left field. He’s running naked as a jaybird. “Eeeww!” “I didn’t need to see that.” “Keep going!” A scene of R-rated Chaplin unfolding. Keystone cops chasing down errant drunk in a short-lived one-man riot.

Wanted Poster

Who’s that? A criminal Not a nice man at all Terrible things he’s done Evil in those eyes Don’t ever want to meet him, but Pass him On the street? Sssshhh! Slink away To tell the police Enough to nab him and you’ll get a Reward

Belonging (no. 2)

being inside entered into that world level with all things one with the one and the many no more pushing against the barriers granted access in the innermost circle no more a lesser than giving up the self to fusion

Belonging (no. 1)

Blows through the entrance, no waiting in line, no rope line lullabies, onward loudly into this loud night to gin and tonics at the V.I.P bar inside upstairs. “Nice place I own here, ain’t it Gina?”

Cabriolet

convertible, tooth-whitening bone white a car for girls boys never caught dead driving one rag tops should have little pink flowers I drove one once when I was the lesser drunk on some dark artery bleeding out from the 3AM heart of San Francisco left me within a year, she did elemental properties of attraction [...]

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