Shorts

Five years ago
you were just a childhood memory
flitting in and out;
an ‘accented’ anecdote
to talk about.

Last night,
it wasn’t coffee
but words that brought us together.

Two far removed souls,
trying to make sense;
of this refreshing coupling
of being strangers yet friends.

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“Insecure”
“selfish”
“incompetent”
“sheepish…”
Words ran riot,
guffawing at their power.
The reign of vocabulary
had come so far.

Pulling the strings on mouths…
on conversations….
on lives….
they foamed and froth.

Now serving:
A double helping of
ad verbatim broth!

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I despise those crumbs;
those morsels
time & again,
the mongrel
throws my way.

He knows not
that I’ve supped
on seven course meals;
so he does what he feels
pooh-poohing what I say.

Ruminating on
a smorgasbord
of what I once had;
I deny myself
and be glad;
that I haven’t sold out.

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Thomson and Thompson reside in my head,
they’ve altered everything I’ve said…

Thomson wants to flesh out the rhyme,
while Thompson wants the rhyme to flesh out..
(Shhhh… They have their reasons,
without a doubt.)

Indecisive overtures later;
I decide to kill one of them
in this schizophrenic bout.

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Kon-nee-chee-WAH
my Japanese flame;
your thinking stance
makes me exclaim:
“He’s so cuteeeeeeeeeee….”

A rather poor
choice of words;
rapt yet acute.

Go on,
strike that pose
one more time.
I’d serenade you
in our patented mime.

Hmmm…though Japanese;
in my arms;
you are China!

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