Pretty Boy

Dear pretty boy,
I thought I’d ask you how
You are, pretty boy.
I miss the way you’d bow
To me. Pretty boy,
Tell me, do you miss me?
Pretty boy.
The things I wanted to be,
Were smashed
To pieces
The day
That you drove away.

Screw you, pretty boy
And all your pretty, pretty charms.
Screw you pretty boy,
Hold me in your arms.
All the things you said to me,
Lies and crap and blasphemy,
Screw you pretty boy,
You used to be so pretty,
To me.

Is this pretty boy?
I’m calling just for him.
Tell me, pretty boy,
Tell me how you’ve been.
And pretty boy?
As pleasant as you were,
Pretty boy,
You’re still the same old cur
Cause you lied
And I’d
Believe
That you’d never leave.

Screw you, pretty boy
And all your pretty, pretty charms.
Screw you pretty boy,
I used to love your arms.
All the things you said to me,
Lies and crap and blasphemy,
Screw you pretty boy,
You used to be so pretty,
To me.

Hello, pretty boy,
It’s good to see your face.
Tell me, pretty boy,
How did you find my place?
Oh pretty boy,
Why are you here?
Pretty boy,
Our time is gone, I fear.
Cause you
Told me that
We were done,
Then I looked up and
You were gone.

Screw you, pretty boy
And all your pretty, pretty charms.
Screw you pretty boy,
Don’t you take me in your arms.
All the things you said to me,
Lies and crap and blasphemy,
Screw you pretty boy,
You used to be so pretty,
To me.

Screw you, pretty boy
And all your pretty, pretty charms.
Screw you pretty boy,
Don’t you take me in your arms.
All the things you said to me,
Lies and crap and blasphemy,
Screw you pretty boy,
You’re not so pretty,
You see.

Riddles

Riddle me that, riddle me this,
I sell you a line, and you read the list.
Riddle me these, riddle me those,
Think with your brain, and see how it goes.

Though everyone has two, we're not all alike,
I move all around, and I absorb the light.

I'm not a man, so a woman I be,
But I'm not taken, but single as can be.

If ending in the alphabet, not skipping all around,
I'm am between two letters, that share a likened sound.

I am the first, repeated once again,
Though I have a twin, we are not the same.

Play tennis with fervor, but do not make a score,
If neither gets the points, you will see me more.

Please recall the alphabet, I rest between the rhymes,
But three behind is growling, latching on at times.

We are the selectors, mirrors of each other,
With ten obedient servants, you are not hard to smother.

I hope you understand it, it seems to be quite clear.
But I have been wrong you see, so I have much to fear.
Just read with all your sight and think with all your thought,
I am sure you'll get it done, just don't say you've forgot.

Snails

A woman is an animal.
Different every day.
Some days she is wild
A tiger
A lion
A fish
Going where she pleases to serve herself.
Some days she is quiet and tired
Taking it slow
A sloth
A snail.
A snail.
Today a woman is a snail.
She is slow.
She hides at the first sign of danger.
She wants the green grass.
She is small and fragile.
The salt will come
And burn her to her core.

Lightning

How many people can say they lived through a lightning strike? How many can say they survived two?

I was taking my girl home. We'd been out seeing a movie. She'd enjoyed it-- she laughed the whole time. It was pretty nice. I left her in her house and was in my car backing out, when she ran out and gave me a quick kiss. I love it when she does that. And when I drove away, I kept her in my sights in my rear view mirror. She looked pretty cute, standing in the street waving. The sky was purple and cloudy, but she loved the sky like that. She loved thunderstorms. They enthralled and thrilled her.

But as I watched her, the street exploded in white light and sound. I slammed my brakes down and waited until the light faded. And when I looked back to see her... she was lying in the middle of the street. I panicked. I threw myself out of my car and raced to her. She was unconscious. Her face had a huge cut down the side, and blood was everywhere. She wasn't breathing. I could hardly breath myself as I called 9-1-1. I tried to keep her there. I must have broken her ribs trying to keep her heart beating. The ambulance was near by, so it was just minutes before they arrived. But I feared the worst.

She was gone.

They got out the defibrillator to try to bring her back. They pushed me back, for room. I wanted to scream, but no sound. I just sat on the curb, dumbly. Then, the strangest thing happened. They charged the defibrillator and as it touched her chest, another blinding flash engulfed the street. I had been watching so closely now, I saw the lightning had struck the handles of the defibrillator itself. And, my dearest girl. In the painful instant before the street was visible, I feared that not only was she dead, but now the EMT's.

But the light faded and I saw the EMT's, though sprawled out and dazed, were unharmed. And even better, my girl, was sitting up holding her hand to her face and bleeding chest. We gathered around her, though I felt like she was the only one left in the world. The EMT's pulled her hands away to bandage her up, gaping at her the entire time. But when she opened her eyes, all the bustle froze. Her eyes, which had once been a dark sea green, were now startling. The green was still there, but it was like green ice, white and intense. It was amazing.

And though she is now perfectly fine, with not even a scar to show for the it, she still has the icy green eyes. People always give her double takes, and she laughs. I love them now. They're just proof that she must be watched over because my wife survived two lighting strikes.

Outlines

I have been vigorously writing my book. I got some sound advice from a sound writer who taught me some good lessons about the subject, and I'm putting it to good use. And the result is 38 pages, and the end of two chapters.

And there's so very much left to do. I'm excited!!!

But it keeps my brain entirely in one frame of mind. Rarely does it tangent now, it's so focused. But I'll try extra hard to produce something interesting.