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Flexible naked mini action figures in perfect health…


painting by the author

Good days

Bad days

They come and go like rain
Like strangers passing on a sidewalk
Like cracks stepped over

Don’t know them
Don’t stay long enough for more than a taste on the mouth or a smile intercepted meant for someone else
And then that embarrassing feeling
Pretending that wave to someone not there
Acting: “Oh, I thought you were someone I knew.”

I thought you were a day I had
A very good one
When I was in my 20’s
I read the kinky parts of romance novels in line at the supermarket
You were embarrassed but laughed too…


Poetry prompt day 15

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I’d be the guy that uses a time machine to visit the past, and immediately meets a wonderful girl who then perishes in the catastrophe I wasn’t allowed to prevent.

Later, on a beach and down to my last pair of jeans, with a beard and my soles calloused as shells, I’d find a bottle with a message — a heartbreaking message from the wonderful girl!

“My love, meet me at — ” and then a water stain smeared the latitude and longitude, rendering them indecipherable.

Months go by. On my balcony, in Del Fuego, a lizard is sunning itself…

Luke DeLalio

Artsie and loquacious, Luke hangs out at the intersections of humor and regret, ambition and ambivalence, please more wine and jeez I need to lose weight.

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