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Chuck and Butt

I wonder if guys ever

look at their butt?

checkin’ behind them–

seein’ what’s what—

peekin’ past shoulder,

beholdin’ the view

the left cheek,

&   right cheek,

& pair of them,

too.

when men hit the bricks,

do they know the way. . .

they look as they

saunter,

strut,

and

sashay

–is it a factor

when purchasing pants?

appearance of

) rear (

in the mirror by chance?

or are glances only

a girlish affair?

to double-take

jeans shapin’

ole’ derriere. . ?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/wonder/

Caged Fight


size of a fist,

heart beats your chest–

battering ribs

pummeling blood

and

pounding your ears

–bruising you

from the inside out.

Some stone,

some gold knuckled,

some without gloves,

it’s too obstinate

to concede. . . .

it’s only when

it decides to skip it

. . .

altogether

. .

are you

knocked out

.

of the ring

 

prompt: one way

The ice inside


 
Kaleidoscope I,

I
 

–tumble

–reform

–explode

–reform

–shatter

(pattern)

fracturing all the time

Heart breaks

–continuously

(chaining reactive)

–spirit implodes

constantly,

the revolutions of days

dulling shards

disjointing emotional skeleton

until

I no longer see

–or care to—

the incidental beauty

in skin-encased chaos

–just tumble

–reform

t

 u

  m

   b

  l

 e

and reform.

Perpetually remodeling

inner terrain.

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