Friday, August 31, 2018
Girl Out the Aisle
Girl spots me as she strolls out the aisle, moves on. Same girl turns her head around, takes a second look at me. On she walks, sighing "Babe, over here" as her boyfriend dopes out the aisle.
This is where I sing the jaunty "I'm Gonna Take Your Girlfriend" song in my head.
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
A Proof in Shakes
Sometime Tuesday Morning...
I made a girl laugh at IKEA.
My brother and sister were looking for a bunk bed which prompted the girl in the blue-striped, yellow IKEA shirt to ask them, “Is it for you two?”
They said no. It’s for the youngins.
The girl added, “Okay, because it’s not shake-proof.”
My brother and I turned suspicious eyes to each other, both thinking “shake-proof” was in reference to breaking beds as result of an at times vigorous adult act. He made a “yeah sex” comment under his breath as I quickly contributed the thought (replete with horizontal left-fist pumping forward action)...
“Stress--from intercourse?”
A boisterous laugh confettied from the right whose origin evaded me because I was looking at my brother as the words and fist floated in their finish, both our smirks a-match as we stood sympatico on the silliness of the idea. My sister as cool spectator to this makeshift Swedish furniture flat pack store stage act (For One Day ONLY!!) then proclaimed in a voice I heard sweep through ever so clear, “Ahh she laughed!” and I looked to the girl in the IKEA shirt, from whom emitted that lustrous audible energy to the right of me, now at this point a full-turn away, stepping away, in view the rear of her shapely form somehow revealing ever more so her still-coming state in hysterics; a proof in shakes.
Oh how good that was!
I walked away soon after, leaving brother and sister to continue business with the owner of that heartfelt laugh. I walked away because I got anxious about who I am--stranger in a stranger hat--in front of this outstanding woman and dared not my deficiencies be known, sickly shadows as they are, to her fine light.
But you know what?
I made a girl laugh at IKEA.
I, however momentary, however fleeting a fresh breeze too soon gone by, was the reason for a woman’s smile.
And to see such beauty in bloom?
Today was a good day.
I made a girl laugh at IKEA.
My brother and sister were looking for a bunk bed which prompted the girl in the blue-striped, yellow IKEA shirt to ask them, “Is it for you two?”
They said no. It’s for the youngins.
The girl added, “Okay, because it’s not shake-proof.”
My brother and I turned suspicious eyes to each other, both thinking “shake-proof” was in reference to breaking beds as result of an at times vigorous adult act. He made a “yeah sex” comment under his breath as I quickly contributed the thought (replete with horizontal left-fist pumping forward action)...
“Stress--from intercourse?”
A boisterous laugh confettied from the right whose origin evaded me because I was looking at my brother as the words and fist floated in their finish, both our smirks a-match as we stood sympatico on the silliness of the idea. My sister as cool spectator to this makeshift Swedish furniture flat pack store stage act (For One Day ONLY!!) then proclaimed in a voice I heard sweep through ever so clear, “Ahh she laughed!” and I looked to the girl in the IKEA shirt, from whom emitted that lustrous audible energy to the right of me, now at this point a full-turn away, stepping away, in view the rear of her shapely form somehow revealing ever more so her still-coming state in hysterics; a proof in shakes.
Oh how good that was!
I walked away soon after, leaving brother and sister to continue business with the owner of that heartfelt laugh. I walked away because I got anxious about who I am--stranger in a stranger hat--in front of this outstanding woman and dared not my deficiencies be known, sickly shadows as they are, to her fine light.
But you know what?
I made a girl laugh at IKEA.
I, however momentary, however fleeting a fresh breeze too soon gone by, was the reason for a woman’s smile.
And to see such beauty in bloom?
Today was a good day.
Saturday, August 25, 2018
Spaghetti-Strapped Honey (Lunch at IKEA)
Meanwhile Thursday Afternoon...
Enjoying lunch at IKEA I looked around and outta nowhere made eye contact with an already staring spaghetti-strapped honey who held it--her comely face revealing she was stunned that I essentially caught her peeking--then shyly looked away dipping into her coyly raised right shoulder, her neck to bare, all cute like.
Yuuuuup.
She beat me to it.
The girl was 528'ing me.
Whaa?!
I know, right?
(Shoot, I heard that was a Sign of the Apocalypse.)
Enjoying lunch at IKEA I looked around and outta nowhere made eye contact with an already staring spaghetti-strapped honey who held it--her comely face revealing she was stunned that I essentially caught her peeking--then shyly looked away dipping into her coyly raised right shoulder, her neck to bare, all cute like.
Yuuuuup.
She beat me to it.
The girl was 528'ing me.
Whaa?!
I know, right?
(Shoot, I heard that was a Sign of the Apocalypse.)
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Attracted To
I adore women.
But being attracted to a woman scares me with the unsigned uncertainty of a fate I can not see.
But for a woman to be attracted to me?
That is both frightening and confusing! For I know not what she sees!
Because whatever she thinks she sees, it is not me.
No, it is not me.
But being attracted to a woman scares me with the unsigned uncertainty of a fate I can not see.
But for a woman to be attracted to me?
That is both frightening and confusing! For I know not what she sees!
Because whatever she thinks she sees, it is not me.
No, it is not me.
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Where I Stand, Knowing Who You've Dated
Because I know the detestable strain of men you've dated and I would not dare debase myself by being counted amongst that dastardly hoard. Now move along, lady.
Is that mean?
Maybe.
But BETTER to be mean & intact...
THAN willing but broken.
fucking stupid.
Is that mean?
Maybe.
But BETTER to be mean & intact...
THAN willing but broken.
fucking stupid.
Monday, August 20, 2018
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Thursday, August 9, 2018
New Strings, Bigger Amp
Mission accomplished.✅ https://t.co/LpovSNI09z
— Leonard Lacking (@leonardlacking) August 10, 2018
— Leonard Lacking (@leonardlacking) August 10, 2018
Went for guitar strings. Walked out with strings AND...
— Leonard Lacking (@leonardlacking) August 10, 2018
BOOM goes the amp!
Went from 10-watt (left) to 120-watt (right).
Fun, fun, fun in the summer sun.❤️🎸🔊 pic.twitter.com/IfBnrfYJFA
The Carousel Alive
The carousel herd become alive in the after hours when the park is closed. They stretch. And step an actual step. Count their blessings. Reacquaint with lovers. And then dawn: they are still! Still as the day before. Still, on a contraption paid to go round, to make merry?The carousel herd become alive in the after hours when the park is closed. They stretch. And step an actual step. Count their blessings. Reacquaint with lovers. And then dawn: they are still! Still as the day before. Still, on a contraption paid to go round, to make merry? pic.twitter.com/cvbJxMe25n— Leonard Lacking (@leonardlacking) August 9, 2018
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
Peanut Kisses are, Peanut Kisses are
Peanut Kisses are my new favorite treat.
And the CHAMPION go-to munch to pair with my tea, YUM!!
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Loved and the Present Tense
I loved you.
(past tense)
I am better without you.
(present tense)
Present tense.
Present tense.
And the future too.
"And The Sun Comes Up Like a Newborn Child"
So a lyric in the song goes:
"And the sun comes up like a newborn child"
morning window
I've never seen
such a sun so
deeply orange,
oh but to know since--
And glory I say!
Oh glory that
He
let's me see!
And standing with His light upon my face
in mourning caress oh child without child
The bliss
of lucidity:
'tis not for me
This sweet peace!
In the orange of such a sun!
OtMT
— Leonard Lacking (@leonardlacking) August 7, 2018
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Caught in the K-Pop: A Dilemma Karaoke
The Terrible Haircut Gang (THG) was notorious for their hostility towards hats, fondness for pet turtles, and incredible k-pop karaoke skills.
The Top Hats of 10th Street deified their namesake, preferred pet lizards, and boasted of their k-pop karaoke chops to be superior to that of THG.
When the tension between the gangs escalated in the season’s record-setting heat, their feud erupted into a magnificently brutal street war known as The Summer of Scissors. Plenty of blood was spilled by both sides; a horror show seen in every karaoke booth within their territories. Innocent bystanders--those with the slightest brim on their hats or a partition of hair seen a touch of an angle off--were hospitalized by the drunken dozens. Fortunately, no turtles or lizards were harmed.
At the end, both gangs could no longer sing in key.*
[*Although detractors say they never could to begin with.]
Friday, August 3, 2018
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