Take Everything, I Want You To

The only one who takes notice is the blonde at the bar, her unsmiling smile shows at the corner of her eyes. I notice because I am on the prowl, after all.

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Something New

 I can foresee that The scratching of this pen Will make me Jab it in my eye And take away My gift for symbolism And in the next life I’ll be a flake of ash Burnt from the corpse of Something beautiful   ©Ramon Sturdivant