What is so rare as a day in May? It was May Day, and unseasonably cold, but we locked eyes for a brief eternity while the world stopped and got off. I know I did. The warmth of that moment will give me no rest, and so I have to try to find out if the future of gripping moments that I glimpsed, can be the one that we might share, together, as our one future in the moments to come of time yet to be. You: tall, muscular (I think), auburn hair flowing from beneath your helmet, in perfect harmonious contrast with the blue of your uniform and the gleam of your Kevlar vest. Me: Red, teary eyes; tie-dye bandana over nose and mouth, “All Lives Matter” hoodie. You said, “Desist and clear the area!” I thought, “’Desist’! Impressive,’” and then I said, “Fuck you!” You said, “Clear the area immediately!” I said, “Well…say ‘please.’” You said, “Disperse immediately!” I said, “Jeez! Touchy touchy…” The rest is a blur of erotic attraction and gas masks and concussion grenades. My shields came down as yours went up. You raised your baton, and I…felt something. Did you? Aside from the rocks? Let’s get it on and get ours off. OccupyDave, SORB Box 5501.
Jilted Lover Seeks Rebound Romance I am that stray dog that won’t let go of your heart, your heartstrings, your femoral artery. Love me, love that dog. ME: After the World’s Longest Wait, (she put me off and put me off—and after a single date that I thought was perfect) I’m left standing at the altar while my fiancé takes it on the lam with some axe-slinger from a hair-metal band. Worse: the bass player, not even the guitarist! (At least it wasn’t the drummer. That helps. But not enough!) Thus, ME: devastated, miserable, a sobbing wreck. Sound good? Great! Because YOU: Can read! Sold! Bonus points if you have the stability I need, the affection I crave, plus ten essential vitamins and minerals for healthy bones and a sparkling smile. I just know you possess the generosity to carry me through this long, dark night of the sole proprietor of a broken heart. It’s broken, that heart, but it’s OPEN — open to a trusting relationship; open to rediscovering the joys of sharing; open for the business of rebuilding and re-habbing and re-furbishing the practical framework of the existing home of my SELF, for living on the charred but still sound foundations of my so-called “adult life”! Yes, as open as a U.S. golf tournament. (What care YOU for prior accusations of “stalking” and this or that restraining order?) Come on in–we’re OPEN ALL NITE. Because the night belongs to lovers, belongs to intertwining heartbeats and paired pulses pounding as the dawn comes up like thunder, belongs to those quiet intimacies when we can laugh lovingly at one another’s shortcomings and make fun of each other’s nervous tics and cruelly mock each other’s deepest fears. ALL THIS I LAY AT YOUR FEET even as I THROW IT IN YOUR FACE. Just add your love. And promise you’re not like her. You should also have a late model car, a defensible lease in a safe but “interesting” neighborhood, and at least two weeks of paid vacation each year. SMOKERS OKAY! Cats purrrfect, Dogs can STAY. Just somebody do SOMETHING. Replies to SORB Box 4283.
Glenn Halog
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