by Robert Levin
Saturday, January 04, 2003
Rated "R" by the Author.
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THE POET FINDS HIS ACTRESS
"God," he gulped, tearing down his pants," I wanna be the third of your five husbands—the one..."
"Oh! Honey! Yes! You!" She opened in love, in trust, beneath him. "The one who makes the funeral arrangements."
"GIVE ME A BEER!" Tom who wants to be a painter said, coming in and pounding his fist on the good wood of the bar.
"It's done man. We're doing it. We're getting the divorce. Two fucking years. I feel sentient and lean for the first time in a year and ten months.
"Now I need to find me a girl and get down to work."
Lately, on the street, at the bank, I've been seeing guys who look like Karl—two last week and then, today, another one.
He must be coming home soon.
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|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|This one is good!!
|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
|Oooh! I like this!!! More please???
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Interesting!.....how about some spell checks?
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|Reviewed by Patricia Gomes
|YES! This is the reason one reads poetry...I'm impressed as all hell!|