The sandwich was a little soggy now; probably too much Mayo. Kyri tongued the roof of her mouth dislodging a rather large slab of Oscar Meyer, then continued mastication. The yet to be eaten part of the sandwich now back on its paper throne her hand wandering back to the checklist and a well worn pencil. Her eyes scanning her pre-test documents and analysis that would be so crucial to her future in the medical world... or so she thought at the time. Quickly referencing the diagram next to her...

So when I happen to have enough energy to wander on down to the local Bally's Total Fitness gym, and pump the heavy iron that I know I should, but routinely fail to do. I find myself agog at the lack of respect for the sauna "rules". The "rule" that I'm referencing in particular, would be the plastic posted signs that frequent the men's changing/sauna area, and I can only assume in the women's as well, that clearly state the need for swimwear to be donned at all times; I think if you read fur...

Sing it right. Swaying and sliding, Lilting and light, your voice, And I’m smiling with you- -Ella’s got my soul. She’s yanking my chain. Giggling as the trumpet plays -Mimics its golden hue… Almost keeping up- -And then she hits some joy And I’m on cloud 9 again, Fly on wispy notesy grooves Fitz you got me in the mood, Tapin’ and snappin’ Keepin’ time, hummin’ loud, And I’m sure I’m being rude, But the sunshine you’re layin’ down- -Brightly stops the critic’s fued, Along with my freshly brew...

What power has a wave, the surf crescendos crashing its tumbling hand upon all alike, what shock and thunder a torrent of dark cloud laden, steeped in fury, flashes of its reproach and anger, What power of lips and eyes, her soft skin like clouds, her voice, thunder upon my heart, her eyes crash upon my small frame, like a ragdoll amidst the storm of her, helpless, I relent, torn asunder at her whim, for she is a force of nature, one I admire and respect and in awe... am fearful of.

Ever fondly my thoughts, Moved by the keepsake, Turn to you… The promise lingering… And the expanse of miles Widening with the passing days, A fading image of you in my arms Calls a storm of emotion, What good to yell against the wind? What good to hide from the deluge- -Of resentful tears? Oh how I should have made a stand! If not for us, then for me, Oh these selfish thoughts, Their thunderous roar Sundering my skull like a wedge, Clawing at my eyes to halt The ever-growing remembrance of u...

Long Formica Bar donuts or cake under glass each napkin placed hap-hazzardly holding their silver tools towards the end near the jukebox sits a pleasant pair time tossed aside he has a serious look furrowed brow, scruffy beard Don Johnson would be proud hand painting out the anecdote she smiles smugly as if she knows the ending but loves the way he tells it her finger tracing the cup's rim giggles and sways her head caught by his lips sharing a soft laugh matching their kiss each satisfied, c...

Softly and tight, I hold the pillow against my chest, it deafens the rumble that answers the flash, Each droplet sprayed upon the pane, Refracts the brilliant white, hot and fierce, Striking the deluge below. Gutters overflow, Streets empty, Doors latched shut, Windows dimly glow, Wet to the bone is the forcast for the bold who trudge out in this weather. And yet, amidst the chaos... ...the plants still seem to smile.

First breath first steps predictable to pioneer another first First thoughts first words lips pursed, birthing a brave new self Create for me a sunset to shame the last make for me dreams, Ill hold on fast approaching this end As changing leaves fall like my mindful prayers, but only memories that call For another verse, tear filled, anger laced, pompus or humble, I feel the grace Fully aware it is fleeting the ether lifting hopes I didn't realize were mine caught wistfully in your poetic thr...

I on my stool, he's perched near, the after-lunch-crowd despersed, sparse are the bloated few, reverie falling upon us, heavily to lounge in delightful aftermath. Then, my ears twitch- -and-wincing at its high-pitched-sounding! Shattering My "Wa" This nearby... Gent, tongue working weekend hours searching nooks and crannies for debris, and so prolonged is his search that he may well have had another meal! Obnoxiously Sucking and Snorting those minute morsels down his gullet... Perhaps he stil...

Its a lonely day Floundering, restless heart Why search you in vain? Tugging whimsically erratic Flaxen hair, smooth legs, sweet smile Blindly accepting the pain. In failed betrothed or muse Ever did I give all of myself Ever was self lost. And ever-afters seem always beyond My trembling extended touch and hope But all for naught. I remain one of the many homeless, in love Seemingly begging for And refuted, she scoffs (Only for being me or what is conceived to be me). Wretched luck and trust ...