Month: April 2018

Stolen cellphone

Yesterday afternoon my cellphone was stolen while I was at McDonald’s. Three kids came in around 1:30… looked like they were maybe 13 or 14 at the most. I wondered briefly why they weren’t in school, but then thought no more about it. I was sitting at the eight-seat counter by the TV. They sat …

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Taylor

He’s an additional housemate I wasn’t aware of… until he introduced himself to me when I arrived home last night. He lives in the attic now. White guy, late 20s, sexual orientation unknown but probably straight, kind of hot. I found his Facebook page and discovered that he plays in a local rock band. I’ve …

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Looking for Daddy

I’ve been wondering why very young (late teens) guys like Enzzo and Matthias apparently “cruise” me like gay guys do each other. What do they see in me? I’m three times their age. But I think I have it figured out. Due to internet sleuthing, I found Enzzo’s mother. At least I’m assuming she’s the …

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Poetry. Patrick!

And before the sneaky, snotnosed, cheesy, breathy has-been descended the stairsI felt hopeful I’d be a snacker soonBut his awake, ostrich-necked self, nasty in his nickelplated denseness, was not wise to my needsHe looked at me crawtoothed and biggled, the blamerAnd was only carefree and cheerful as a worldly fan of mineBut we’re all right, …

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Enzzo

I saw him at McDonald’s today. But it was the “other” McDonald’s in my area, not the one where I usually see him. The one where he got fired. Seeing him there on the East End seemed so out of context. I did get a smile and a nod from him, though. He was just …

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Poetry. No Patrick.

He wasn’t present at Leanne’s Poetry Workshop tonight. I wasn’t really getting into the zone this time around, but I managed to produce this: AUTUMN Pumpkin on the porch, bitten by squirrels or some alternate creature in the nighttime darkness while no one lookedAnother smashed murderously on the pavement, that I observed walking pastand wondered …

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