Algorithms

Algorithms

I recall telling you the worst thing about me
feeling shriven when you never flinched
outwardly.

Such a difference between being shaken
and shook. You were the former, knowing
I would never do the latter.

Not to you.
Certain things we hear. Others, we hearken.
Love reaching a sum, via

algorithms.

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Vacancy @ Kitten Breasts Hotel

Vacancy @ Kitten Breasts Hotel

Do not lie to me.
You stared at the sign as long as I did.
We both turned the wheel into the parking lot.
Stranded otherwise, right? No others in sight?
VACANCY sign alight in red, and that was all that mattered.

Honestly, I was shocked to find a cat when I rang the office bell.
Jumped right onto the counter it did, and asked my name.
Even wanted our licence plate number.
And I retrieved the key to our room from a claw.
Do you recall our equal consternation when we got in there?

When we read the notice on the inside of the door?
Our young maids do not desire a tip. If you would tickle them a bit
about the mid-section as they roll around in the morning --
This will be enough. This will be plenty.
This will be more than adequate.

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Magazine

Magazine
 
In the world of homonyms I challenge you to find one grander than magazine.
Put that one down, and listen to me.
This guy has shot a bunch of people tonight and is out of bullets.
What does he do now? Reloads his magazine.

I have never felt softer feet than yours, just now tonight, on this couch.
There is something about the way you lay back and know it is going to happen.
You think it's relaxing. I think it's hot.
We click on CNN. Jesus Christ -- this guy should have been massaging someone.

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Linked

Linked

I wonder if the word fused is linked to the word confused.
There was never a snowfall like that one, that December.
So we wore the shoes, the snowshoes.
We wanted to have a Canadian experience.

Leaving the warmth of a fully functioning vehicle. Warm.
Launching out into the who-knows-what.
Strapping on those tennis rackets, I looked at your 
unflinching face. Nothing but adventure there.

Miles silently above the drifts, we trod, flakes falling.
Were I to ask the question, I know what you would answer.
Did you ever see anything as wonderful as that lynx?
Neither have I. I have not.

But we do not speak to each other anymore.
And I cannot help but wonder on this empty empty night
if the word link is linked to the word lynx. Does
saving such a memory ruin all that might yet be -- savory?

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Island of Reason

Island of Reason

There is this line between profligatry, sheer abandon,
wantonness, stupidity, clumsiness -- and reason.
There are as many excuses for skirts as there are men
wanting them shorter. One shouts out, Give me a woman
and I will take another.

That night I watched you dance it all to hell and beyond
with the pilgrim soul in you, intact. You had an anchor.
Every freckle of you calling me to that Island of Reason.
The place where foolishness hits a reef -- crosses the line.
Planting its flag.

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