Hey GirlI’d like to take a hit off of you!He said in that smoky voice thatcould curl your blood(my drug of choice) Charlie was a looker a cookera poker-faced junkiethe monkey on my backA hitman a conman a hackwho played me in spades!He’d say “Hit me Baby! Hit me!”when he wanted to get laid No drag toke swig or line … Continue reading Hitting It Off by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko
A snake cut in two still has poison in the head.The body looks for accreditation.It will not go lightly into the night.Creating problems and undermining hope.It encourages excessive paper towel collection.Organizing day trip turns unorganized.Front door suddenly is stuck…or is it me?Car was left running all night.A friend shows up although none were called.“IT’S TIME,” he announces with intent but not malice.We drive to see … Continue reading Paper Towels by Frankie Laufer
