Corporate Castles
The sterile gray walls
of empty, echoing halls
and cubes to hold the worker drones
while “self-made” princes sit on thrones.
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Living Gaol 2
My lips have been seals
for sinister secrets and
bitter, screaming souls.
Heads up
I live in the east coast of the US which means I’m in the path of an oncoming hurricane. I already have this week’s posts written but power might go down because of the storm. I will post when I am able but if I miss anything then my power is probably out.
Foul weather friend
When the rain poured down,
I gave you my umbrella
and you walked away.
The eventual, obligatory breast poem
Hooters
Dirty pillows
Glorious full-blown curves
Her magnificent mammaries
Bosom
Cold Comfort
You should sleep with me –
how else do you expect to
warm this frigid bed.
The Master
I will
tear off your clothes,
touch you, taste you, tease you,
and coax you toward a screaming
climax.
Living Gaol
My haunted blue eyes
hide secrets that easily
could destroy your life.
Everlasting
It was the night before Christmas…
(prompt here)
Introspective search
She’s drawn to people
searching for something in them
she already had.
A (wise) man of two faces 