A flame to fire another solitude, left with a ghoulish union. – mh
How fast and how much, determined by deep end proximity. Too… – mh
Maybe not quite the object of affection, but obsession is better than sleeping alone; so happy to be her worry toy. Woof! – mh
He musta been some nattily dressed professorial so-and-so. He can herringbone choke on his own self-adoration, cuz we won’t. – mh
Just because you asked, doesn’t mean I will. Masks, scarecrows, what else? I refuse to see a thing until the plot thickens. – mh
Always strive to leave a more lasting memory than rabbit’s foot toe jam, especially when you still have that picture taped to your bathroom mirror. – mh
This poem is the song of the South. If it’s not softballs and beers, it’s certainly horseshoes. And as the immortal game is played, the world goes and goes one Swirled clean set of sheets and pile of undies at a time. – mh
