You "adults", you exasperate me
with your evasions and delays.
You're going to have to change
some of the ways that you behave.
Dear careless whisperer,
Some sharings are dagger-edged
and there is no escape when they're turned on you
no countermagic for the soul crushing embarrassment
Put that imagination away before you hurt someone.
"It's just a rough draft, "
he said with a laugh
but the joke is half epitaph.
I stumble pajamaed, half asleep toward the object of my desire.
in memory, it calls to me, of passionate pleasures experienced prior.
The morning's night is the consummate time for secret rondeaus discrete.
With ninjaly sneak I arrive at the door - my illicit joy within reach.
Doot do, doot doot - News FLASH from boredom central.
I've got extra New Year plans.
My Ladybug & Cat Noir Onesie pajamas are at the ready.
Sunny and her love-object have broken up.
It was a selfie-inflicted wound - a slapdash pic taken,
that like a puzzle, revealed more than intended.
beauty is a witch
the kiss of light, a trick
a mask, a banquet
a spell, a curse
Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father's 50th floor study watching New York City. It's a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and has a small,5 seat sectional couch facing the view.
The left wall window looks across Hell's Kitchen to exactly where Sully Sullenberger crash landed flight 1549 in the Hudson river (it was 3: 31 pm and no one was home) . The right window overlooks Central Park and Upper Manhattan. Lincoln Center, almost dead center of the corner, looks like part of a toy train-set.