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Special Effect

Like a

3 day weekend,

life is better

with him in it–

Dessert when

you need to gain weight,

a back pat from peer–

–a winning scratcher,

he’s the

surprise-surprise

party you never expected. . .

a face from the past

popping up, now

–he’s prism & shine

combined.

No Michelangelo

He told me:

“all you did was grow up together”

missing malice,

as he wronged

–but I learned

I was

wrong

–to remember

–for wound

–to reveal

but he doesn’t know. . .

he doesn’t know the bond we had. . .

sisters

&

foxhole friends–

he couldn’t.

Inna Row

weekends are workdays

now Monday is huMped,

a travelin’

camel’in

front of week bumped,

cloven hooved leapin’

assures TGI,

is eff

in the middle

–by eff I mean fry. . .

now first days,

are worst days,

and start with a hiss. . .

no sittin’

no sunnin’

all that, but no this

just Thursdays

are normal,

are SOP fresh,

hammertime happenin’

the rest are a mess…

 
 
 

prompt: loop

The point is…they were stealing a candelabra…and other, obfuscated points…

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTERthe taper caper

lost its luster,

at guttering

–of candle cluster

lacking light, the vagabonds

–could not with

the ‘bra

abscond. . .

ensuing darkness

lit-i-gating,

criminals

addressed abating,

of needed light to clinch the crime

–resulting in a hefty fine

since thieves are never

compensated,

for crime or time

and all related

–debts incurred while planning heist

especially

the theft of lights.

 
 

prompt: taper

 

Book 2

I ripped off Jumbo

bandaid slow

–but hurt hella fast

long as cut ran and

deeper than blood flowed and

worse than in truth

–was

Exorcism bed

excision spewing

forth offal bad

I tried everything and

Neosporin

to staunch

septic wound but had

to turn away

(from myself)

feinting.

hating horror flicks like I do and

changed

–yet

unable to escape

recognition–

bled out loud

 
 
 
prompt:https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/volume/

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