Luxurious Devigations

::   FOR SALE: A singing refrigerator   (Coastside) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reply to:  anon-3396730@craigslist.org So I move into my new home last week, ...forget it. Net-net: I am selling a singing refrigerator. Yes, it sings.  With perfect pitch...let alone passion. It sings when it wants to, and whatever it wants to, Though, with some patience and proper training, you could have it singing Sinatra, Beatles, or use it as a gag on your friends when they come over ...and have it belt out something disgusting, like Indigo Girls or Celine Dion. Why does the caged frige sing? It's lonely, tired, and perhaps bored. More so, it's probably a bad blower motor, or the seminiferous tubloidial freon distributor-regulator thingee-bob needs cleaning. It is housetrained, and gets along great with other appliances. Pets too. In fact, it sings in a variety of languages including cat talk and dog speak. My cat h...

  Wedged In the Mind's Soltice, you're in a cabin. and there's another person, in another cabin. you are only about, what you deem to be about a mile apart. the way the crow flies. as there is tumultuous terrain surrounding you for miles, much less the ravene vertically placing this person a contour below you. you are not going anywhere. 425, 631, or 339 miles from somewhere. anywhere. this month and the 4 months of white hell that preceeded it, see you socked in. only 4 inches of light can make it in through the top of the windows. comfortable you are in life's present needs, though disaster or peril is remotely probably. in that it's a given, but not a daily concern. you musn't be heedful on when you can leave, ... depart, when springtime flourishes. the journey that was to get there, is irrellevant, as is where you are going next. the past is not the responsibility of where you are now, and the idle daydreams of where you eventually want to be, only draw upon...

 Uneulogy :: WEEPING INTO WONTONS  c3.3   It’s May 1970-whatever. I hear 3 dogs ecstatically bellowing out from a now-open garage door in the Serramonte valley jus’ about 5pm. A bunch of us corduroy-laden dusty boys scramble to clear the disaster that has been created upon a tiered backyard. This instance was more than regular… more than church bells on a Sunday mass. Those three heavenly happy barks from three scrappy dogs of three different sizes… beats the beauty of three Italian church bells, anyday. Everyday.   George Kelcec has come home. …we gotta move fast to clear the mess (impossible).   He is aloof with them… he is patient with them, ...riffs out something witty and sarcastic to them… berates them, albeit  completely adorably . But… they absolutely adore him, and even more so. They know.    Just as we knew as children, like those dogs. That is how we were treated, ... strays taken in, and it was heartwarming. We deserved every berating,...

Come back. To me. 3AM. Penultimate for making love pre-dawn. Half our world slumbers. The road quietly waits for me outside your door. Somewhere violins lie within velvet cases. We lovers must do without our eyes.

 Train to Nice :: So grown you look       in the same unaltered pose So much of your childhood you are already forgetting       while remembered Due in an upcoming, unforgetting dream        you will come here all your life         for Renewal         for Meeting :: Shuttle in Toronto Kid socks for the sole, kid gloves for the soul. : Was another Parisian park, another lazy bocce bench We were headed for the river Bank We got a little lost, again Perfect. Besides, we gots baguette and champagne. Succumbed to apple juice...and quiche. Only fountain side...         ...toss the brie, save the goat. :

 Paris, South Bank Seine : the heart, with 4 chambers have seen the inside of 4 ambulances               in 4 years I kissed her 4 times yesterday                worse yet                       only have to of thought about it 4 times