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She pays a price for her resentment
Her mother tried to make ammends
for her father
spoiled her rotten
she went on a "man trip"
a woman on a man trip
to spite her mother
"there is a nigger in my closet"
To hear her son call her "slut" "whore"
His head a can of worms
he can't stand to look inside
So he blames his mother
She is walking in a mind field
If I can love live long enough to see them through this madness
I keep hearing a line from a song
"the things we do for love"

love blossoms
in winter
when artists paint cherry blossoms on the limbs of sleeping trees
Love blooms so slowly for the aged
Love is a whisper
love is a stillness in the presence
Love is a vortex
Love is a dance
A accidental touch of her hair against my hand
A scent from her eyes
Love is a smile
Love is far from me
But I have an excellent memory

All fesh is grass
waiting for the spark of love

"love is all there is"

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You.
Like a window.
You opened up just enough
so that when I looked out
and saw such a wonderful view
I just kept going
until I had jumped 50 + stories.

it's a bird, it's a plane, it's sad luck dame.

I'll make a brilliant mess.

At some point he will wake up I hope
Such a specturm of behavior
he is way ahead of me when I was his age.
I guees we all have a spectrum of maturity
his ranges from being twelve to being twenty six years old
Mine from about two years to sixty eight.

HIgh rise construction
was a thrilling job for me
with my fear of heights
something pulling me to the edge.
Worked on a building on the beach at Ocean City Maryland
Could see a hundred miles out to sea.

Eidetic image

When I go to buy a dictionaries I look and see if that word is in it. If not I don't buy it.

Do you like trains Jack? ok, picture a big black steam engine.
Here ya go, I'll help...
Snow train 734
I think I'm like her. Hear her whistle sorrow as she barrels on through. Sooty and dirty. A damn good mess. It's her sound though that really gets me. A beautiful tragic blues.

I just wanted to give ya a good image.

Nothing beautiful about her mess
just tragic.

I am not just tragic!

Correcto
You are also beautiful!

I don't know if I've much abuse to speak of, but I pretend to.
Bah. You erased it, lol. Now I'll look out of place as usual.

you never look out of place
You belong here "like a pearl onion on a banana split"

Okay abuse

She takes she gives
For two years he was in a stable relationship with a woman and they had their own place. And for two years she veighed against his girlfriend. Now they have broken up and he has moved back in. And she wonders if she had anything to do with the breakup and wishes she had sad nothing.

Thinking about a line from a Plath poem
something like
"I will him to be ordinary
it is the exception that interests the devil
and makes him climb his sorrowful hill
and hurt his mother's heart
I wish him to love me as I love him
and to marry what he will."

It is a brave new world my nephew lives in.

I suspected he'd had a girlfriend.
I mean he had this shit eating grin
for no apparent reason,
"Cheeky!" I'd said then.
What tricks a man can hide up sleeves
girls will go easily ga ga over.
He must of been born for it.

I won't post the song I am sure you know it
did he go "Middle Age Crazy" on you?
"Trying to prove he still can
with a young thing beside him
who just melts in his arms"

Nothing like having a dame in your bed,
I'd admitted to him then. nothing at all like it.
But to actually get the dame, well it took more than him.
I'd had to do most of the dirty work, to flirt and persuade her.
Damn! But, she's got such female frustrations.
It took a female to play the tramp.
I'd gone very near her, then whispered such crazy thoughts
to see her go reckless at what I'd then said. It was worth the efforts. Wicked! Wicked! is a girl made up of tales. It's sorcery, I say. I say it now and I said it then.

Strange story

it is good that you can write about it
It has helped me to write about it
Thinking about Gertrude Stein and repetition
I write the same story over and over but each time a little different as more is revealed.

Hemmingway said his typewriter was his therapist