beauty is only in the mind by Artur DesruisseauxThere she is again,
wearing a red bikini,
she's online every night,
looking for love in all the wrong places.
She replies rarely.
Here's another...
Duck face,
trucker hat,
pics of legs, tits, ass.
She's online every night too,
like I am.
She replies rarely.
I was in a bar last Thursday with lacrosse mom.
We seemed to hit it off.
She looked damned good.
Easy to talk with, smiled, laughed, played with her hair.
She leaned into me halfway through the date.
I thought that was nice.
The lesbian has put her dating profile back up.
Who will be the next one in line?
Hipster girl and I ended it today.
We will no longer be going out.
I hope she finds her tatted, vegan, liberal, indi, firefighter.
Anyway,
I think I may have waited too long to message lacrosse mom.
3 or 4 days.
It wasn't by design,
I've just been really busy with work.
Oh well.
My stomach is a mess.
I'm a mess.
This year has been a real bummer.
Like the smashed cat I saw
in the street driving home.
I stopped and got out of my car.
It was someone's pet.
I could see a pink collar but couldn't make out the name.
I bent down and turned my head to the side.
There were no other cars out but I could see brains.
08/26/2014 Posted on 08/26/2014 Copyright © 2024 Artur Desruisseaux
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