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November is gone,
Fading away to the past.
Hello December.

In Reply to My aching back

The butt massager
Could cure Stacey's woes, but she
needs to take him home.

My aching back

Face down - alone - cold
Pain etches with sharp fingers
Chiro late again

Ruminate

Erupting voices
Horrors of the addled brain
Quakes in the cold dark

33

Thirty three reasons
to walk away from this now
then, you chose to smile

Marionettes

Dancing on spindles
Harlots ... all flavors and size
Lips of red wine joy

Goodbye again

Dissolving friendship,
Yet seeing them every day.
Awkward goodbyes, still.

Long blink

Sleep escaping those
With family here for a week.
I can haz a nap?

Algernon St. John-Smyth

Smiles kicking urchins
Felted beaver fur top hat
Upper class ... bully!

Soul

I am not this shell
This husk that sustains my life
I hold more promise

Nectar

Excrete the gods milk
Sweet ambrosia trickles free
Dance on happy tongue