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a rebound love affair that offered a new start.
relocated 1300 miles, painted all the walls
the movers came
while he was passed out
i did my best but lost myself
i'm sober, awake
have focus and faith
starting to find myself
again
my chaotic dwelling
mutually changing
to find some peace
being me

Marmalade

I am your Marmalade
A little sweet and a little tart
I am your little tart
Marmalade

I slip under your covers
While you sleep
Nuzzle close
Will you dream of me?

On sleepless nights
I will bring you dreams
In my mouth, I will bring them
Would you wake and take them?

I am your Marmalade
A little sweet and a little tart
I am your little tart
Marmalade

Heels

On the heels of jeopardy
Let it not bite
As little dogs whine at turned toes
Upon cigarettes, lit
And sorry cries from jowls on high
Bring tears from bowel afire
Sweet love’s desire
Fan the fires
Of makeshift forts filled with love’s
Desire
On empty fields, spread wild flowers
Take one breath, traded by the hour
To fill empty rows with blossoms, bloom
Take my heart and join with your
Tomb

Beach comber

Come with me to the beach
Comb sands and comb me
I am your sandy shore
With shells
Shall you see me?
On windy shores
My hair sweeps toward fingers
Ready to part my waves
Pull me to you
My blonde locks ready to
Unlock dreams from distant
Ocean's
Waves, of blonde
Spend hours combing my hair
You'd make me drift
Heavy lids draw you within
As your fingers pull my heart strings
Comb my hair on a sandy beach


Engineer Mountain

Iron shoes tap into the
Trailhead
At the base of Engineer Mountain
I looked up, daunted
My mare, confident
Together we crossed meadows
Through raining Aspen leaves
Taking rest by a trout's creek

My girl's mouth worked the bit
While I leaned towards a granite face
Prepared to launch vertical
Towards heaven, my heart, still far below
We climbed
It felt as if I rode the ocean's waves
My body tossed higher and higher
With every lunge

I dared not look down
As my horse did have wings
We touched hanging clouds that once
Moved steadily above me
Together, a beast carried me with
Courage
Beyond the tree line
Into the sky
On Engineer Mountain my mare did fly


Mind

My eyes fixate on hazel gems
That crown a smile, broad and tender
With words that warrant a
Return to sender
Consideration for an invitation to my
Chamber

Welcome to my eccentric dwelling
To my taste would you be willing?
Have a seat and use those eyes
And view my collage of images and words
Nothing bland in this world of mine
Once you have visited my mind


Part

I took him inside of me
Willingly
And now he will always be a part of me

Nothing grew except an experience
Willingly
And now that will always be a part of me

I don't know if I wish for
Amnesia or old memories
For the part that will always be a part of me


moon

he is like a succulent fruit
irrigating furrows of dusty plains
that once gushed greenery thick and rich
my eyes tear up at the memories of
ravenous meals made of moans and squeals
sweet meats of yore
filling more than bellies
i cried out for the stars
mapping big dippers and f*ck whippers
the lot not enough
as if my void was limitless
like the sky
and if i could be his constellation
i would capture his Milkyway with spoons
cast by greedy hands
and bathe my flesh with warm white happiness
spilled from his generous fountain
illuminated by the moon's smile upon ripe
pore's open mouths
hungering for a sip of heaven


blanket

let me be your blanket
i will cover you and keep you warm
i will wrap myself around you
become your layer of skin
and i will feel your heart's loving song
sing to me
let us share our bodies
and turn lonely shivers into
warm embraces while gazing at
long lost faces
listening to beloved voices
speaking words of love
in your bed
i will be your blanket


to be continued

it is part of a house built in 1868. it has a bay window that allows the sun to pour in. the walls are painted a muted teal. the walls still have the arms for lamps that once lit the space with gas lights. i use the arms now to hang hats. the ceiling has a variety of cracks in the plaster. i lay on my bed and look up, remarking to myself that it looks like a giant map, would never fix it. in the center of the ceiling is an original light fixture in a medallion shape with flowers. the floor is original dark wood that creeks with every step. my room talks to me.

i've furnished the space with an eclectic combination of a dresser that once belonged to my brother, an antique dresser, a queen ann chest of drawers, an oak captain's bed, 2 vintage bureaus and an artist's drawing table. a gal can't have enough drawers, (wink).

there are red, sheer window treatments embroidered in gold that frame the windows that compliment the walls and my bedding's mood changes with my mood. i have several options for the seasons, light and cheery for summer and warm and cozy colors for frigid nights.

let's not forget the red candles and nicknacks collected from my stays in California, Colorado and Minnesota. my bedroom holds secrets that i revisit in dreams.

some or most would consider my bedroom cluttered or too colorful. i love it and would never strip my room of myself.

The signs are on the highway. Now that I'm doing half the miles as I did when I lived in Miami, I still enjoy a drive on a few roads in south Florida.
This was the case on Sunday when I drove to Miami Beach to drop off samples to a customer, catch a few model helicopter flights with friends, get a haircut, visit my daughter and grocery shop. I logged in more than 150 miles.
The 2 main roads were I-95 and I-595 that each have 5 lanes.
Speed limit on both is 65mph.

Yesterday I was in the middle lane for most of my travels and at times doing 80-85mph.
But... that doesn't matter how much I exceed the limit as cars fly past me on both sides. What pisses me off is when they swerve around and cut in front of me from both sides so aggressively the 2 cars almost collide.

It's not like I'm doing 50 being tailgated and in the wrong lane, but I find that I have to prepare well ahead of my exit as cars that normally merge to the right into the deceleration lane. Often I see drivers who are willing to drive on the right shoulder, cut in front the car making an exit, then skate across 2 lanes to get back into the flow of traffic.

I did have a theory that worked for a while... Stay in the left lane and limit the number of morons to only the right side. I did have one try to sideswipe me on the left as he squeezed into the safety zone.

Slower traffic keep right...

Thursday, I replaced my windshield wiper blades. Friday I drove 40 miles to trim carpet on one of my projects. I took State Road 7, recently paved 6 lanes with a grassy median. I don't recall following any trucks or going through an area of road construction. Saturday I went to the model airfield and temperature in direct sunlight was high 90 with extreme UV index. On the way back home, I noticed something on the windshield partly blocked by my mirror. I thought it was some dry grass from the park. Then, I looked closer, it glistened in the sunlight. A stress crack about 3" long appeared in the outer layer of glass. Sunday, again at the park and the crack appeared to double in size making a small curve downward. Inspection showed a stone must have hit the glass right near the top next to the black area of the forward sensor.

I phoned my insurance provider on Monday to report it. Probably most states have the same law where they will replace cracked windshields with no insurance deductible. Minutes after reporting the claim I was contacted by the company who services my area to do windshield replacement.

I was given 2 choices: After-market glass or OEM glass.
I asked if there is any difference and the answer was "Sometimes the lane assist camera/sensor doesn't work as well with after-market glass."
It's not on all models, they said and probably no difference on my car.
One catch. They have the after-market glass in stock and can do the job within 48 hours. The OEM glass comes directly from Toyota and takes 3 weeks.

Windshields are made with laminated glass and I believe this crack isn't in the danger zone. I've seen lots of cars with stress cracks like this... Unless you're driving around with expired insurance, who wouldn't want to have a cracked windshield fixed for free. Depending on the severity, I'm pretty sure you could be ticketed for faulty equipment if a policeman deems it so. Sometimes a simple thing like speeding can get them to write tickets for other things like an expired tag, bald tires or no seatbelts,

I've had this car less than a year and (unless something unexpected comes up) plan to keep it for at least 10 years. I owned/abused a Toyota Celica for 13 years and got around 220,000 miles on it. The Corolla with normal use should do better.

So I wait. Hey... it's only on the outer layer!
Every day I watch the progression of how the crack continues to grow. It's made a turn and running in the opposite direction from where it started. Adding up all the crack is more than 12 inches. Yesterday, I decided to put a mark at the end of the crack to measure it's daily travel. Not too hot today as it rained several times and the crack only grey 1/4 of an inch or about 6 millimeters.

The weather tomorrow should be more of the same, but I have to drive more than 100 miles to visit 2 projects. We shall see what happens to the crack.
The glass company told me if I cannot wait for the OEM glass, to call and they will install the after-market glass.


OEM = Original Equipment Manufacturer

Trump still gets security briefings , this must butt hurt the leftist grubs .

wow there is a guy in florida ,who has found his own fame ,,,by not only stealing a police cruiser and being chased by at least 20 police cars , they take him out with a pit maneuver and completely surround him ,only for this guy to dodge past the police and embarrass them again by driving off in another police swat car ,and just to add insult to embarrassment it was the car that had pitted him ,,,the end result was a peaceful surrender ...........

Tag.} Big F heat wave...
Though eYe haven't looked...it must be at least 105
Currently....with 108 °F in the immediate future..
..what could make this even more of a treat..?
Driving from cloudy pool to cloudy pool with the heater ON*....at 64.6 GEEZEREE years.

* Otherwise my Corolla overheats & kills me outright
.... Was in a similar situation last year in July
...111 °F...& with my special mcfriend COVID 19...

On the way to an appointment today I found myself behind a glass company delivery truck. Most of the smaller companies have a rack attached to the driver's side where they strap down their orders for delivery/installation.
After many years, the suspension on these vehicles wears down on the side that carries all the weight and they lean to the driver's side.
The truck was dangerously overloaded and pulling toward the left. The driver was making corrections and swerving back and forth. At one point I thought it would tip over and drop the load. I kept my distance worrying that the shattered glass would be in my path.
It was a 2 lane road and I followed for a few miles waiting for a break. The driver slowed to a crawl preparing to get into the turn lane giving me a chance to change lanes and get in front!
Phew... heavy load.