She'd leave the door partly open
and undress.
I was fourteen.
She was forty.
...
Tomorrow is an empty promise.
A blank cheque written
against today.
On a account full
...
There's something about feeling different.
It's like sailing without an anchor.
Tossed about the foamy waves
of antipathy and rancor.
...
I remember at the age of eighteen that
nothing seemed to make sense.
The landscape was mean,
and I was just dense.
...
He sold aluminum siding for a living.
Traveled far and wide.
Convincing the good folk his product
would keep the elements outside.
...
When I was a kid I loved to dig holes
There's a part of me that must have been mole.
Holes got bigger and deeper as I aged.
My utensils went from spoon to spade.
...
I purchased an item and I was happy
for about a minute.
There's just no percentage in it.
They make it like crack.
...
A grain of sand washed up, washed out.
Born of fear,
full of doubt.
Ego striving
...
Adult Education
She'd leave the door partly open
and undress.
I was fourteen.
She was forty.
Things like that you never forget.
Her panties hung in the bath.
I remember red and black.
I'd run them through my fingers.
She wore garters and heels.
I wished she'd be my teacher.
- R -