BOOK II // Russell Square Station: Mine the trash

SPLAYED

SPLAYED A guy’s knees in jeans. A man’s thighs in Levi’s. Legs split apart, steady: I see this, and I’m ready. Power position, spread. Ok, not the intent. This guy’s knees in jeans. I’m hellbent… Does his girl know this? Does she kneel at his feet? Does his woman touch this? Does she feel and […]

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FLAME THROWER

Flame Thrower Whenever they say, “I can be pretty sarcastic,” I laugh. They’ve got nothing on you. Or he said, “Just warning you, the guy can be harsh,” I grin. They’ve got nothing on you. Or, “my humour is biting, I hope I don’t offend,” I smile. They’ve got nothing on you. “I’d like to […]

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YOUR HANDS

But what if I could? Shit, I can’t so I won’t. Shhh, I did and I hoped. And it keeps coming back, circling round is it a joke, ebb and the flow, constant rollercoasting? Are you a shy man? A tense man? A rather nervous bloke? I secretly saw your hands shake on your piano […]

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DON’T TORCH IT

DON’T TORCH IT Carrying a torch for a flame thrower. … Switch to a lantern’s got/get a handle on it. The heat of the fire, though: intensity! …Stay the lit path, longevity. Cursing swelter in the sunlight. …Cool, calm, balance by moonlight. Carrying a torch for a flame thrower, girl, you’re both going to get […]

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APPALLED

APPALLED I was appalled. Fine, fair enough even if I was the one that started a conversation about that stuff. It was my lack of a sex life I was allowed to talk about. I was the one that started divulging how I was begging for it and gagging for it in a relationship that […]

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(LAST CHANCE) Fill ‘er Up

(Last Chance) Fill ‘er Up Data half-way at Maxville, Herb’s Gas Filling station for the bad-impressionists on the first date. “What are your dates” he asked. I replied: “one is with this guy, I think, but not really,” I surmised. “Yes, I see, at least we can talk in the rain now,” the man in […]

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BE: MUSE

BE: MUSE “oh so it’s all my fault?” Pretty much… Being Muse: It’s a really tough gig. Like when your neck is going to snap off going down on a girl so long but you’ve got her RIGHT on the edge so you don’t stop. If it’s good, then it’s your fault. When it curbed, […]

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LIKE

LIKE That look on your face when you’ve just made love and are completely brain dead to the world around Dazed face, Zen-like and hungry A shiver-quiver memory brings you back, you’re giggly. Just ‘like’ something, already. If you do, we’d be sharing that tune. Your presence is everywhere here but no one knows it’s […]

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PARC LAURIER

PARC LAURIER Oh, how I poured my heart out in writing to you in a long, long letter from a flat in Montreal with stone walls, and wooden floors along which I ran my hands to touch the soul. A bed all white and those drapes that swayed with the wind off a balcony full […]

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Vital Signs

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