love, desire, crave
…I deserve more
New encounters are enchanting.
Dazed and delighted
….they can see it.
His voice awakens the beast within
My caged heart longs for release
Waiting
Wanting
Needing to give…
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Drunken Harlot
Coffee in the morning
Vodka and sodas at night
Kitty snuggly tucked in her purse, she skips out the door giggling
The street lights dance
Another vodka soda…make it a double please
The sounds of the streets, the bleating cries of amateur barflies
………turn the music up…….louder, harder..
clad in fishnets and panties, skin sweat kissed and glistening
sips of vodka
she eyes the room…goes for a smoke
sees her catch of the evening
Licks her paws , straightens her whiskers, and purrrrs
“Another vodka and soda, please”
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Homesick
I live among the natives, I like them and they me
I speak the language,
I know the local and affordable places to din and dance
the short cuts, back alleys and the hidden gems
But still, I am a stranger here…living in a foreign land
When not drowning it out with new sights, sounds and experiences…
A crackle comes over the announcement system, a barely intelligible voice…
“paging-> miss kitty……. miss kitty, this is not your home…..please stay on the ride until we stop at your destination…thank you.”
I dream of home…excitement builds each day to feel its soil under my feet
What does it look like, smell like?
What is its national flower?
Does the sun rise in the north and set in the south, with a glowing orange moon?
Does it have mountains made of clouds…. waterfalls of vodka?
The journey is long when you’re not quiet sure where the ride is headed
so ….I fasten my seat belt and keep an eye on the road ahead
Enjoying the numerous attractions and adventures along the way
….. always keeping watch for that posted sign…
“Welcome Home”
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Crane City 2008
OrrrrrrANGE
Crane City 2008
Cranes to build
Cranes to load and unload
An orgy of orange cranes litter the waterfront
The population of cranes is as large as the mountains
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Bubbles
My hatred fades into dislike - My wants become desires
Adoration grows into love - My tears make me smile
and when i cry it forces laughter to explode from within
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what’s for supper?
I seek to understand my dislikes.
I do not hate.
I do not want -> I crave.
I love and adore
I laugh when I cry
“I’m starved.”
….feasting on a can of desires
