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Cheap perfume filled up the room.
The room filled with hanging veils.
The stories which follow,
maybe truth or imaginative travails.

An awkward teenager dreams, of coming of age,
a fantasized dream in the teenage night.
Push yourself forward, staying out of sight, howdy
is a good way to be alright and not too gawdy.

I need to get me,
some of those skintight jeans,
so I can change my Baritone voice,
to a high-pitched Tenor

A withered tree,
branches askew,
moss covered limbs,
reminding me of who?

Wayward branches,
straight in the air,
reminds me of you,
when you spiked your hair.

Feeling ignored,
unappreciated?
Join the
Woe is Me Society,

or successfully withdraw,
from Social Activities.
An internal choice:
Nobody loves me,
Everybody hates me,
guess I'll go eat some worms.

Lost and alone,
in the dark,
trying to remember,
where did I park.

When the cats away,
the mice will play,
except when the liquor,
is locked away.

Subtle message?
I think not,
more likely someone,
in charge, just forgot.

In the Bistro,
having a quaff.
TV on, someone said,
"I prefer it OFF."

A black screen,
who would you thank,
if your favorite screen,
would be blank.

Not I, said one,
with a big grin
as vodka dripped
from his tan chin.

I was lucky,
when I saw,
a bird's beak,
shaped like a saw.

Its beak looked like,
a rusty rip saw.
It was fun to watch,
when he moved his jaw,

wood sawdust would fall,
and a well-cut board,
clean as could be. It was,
hard to believe, all aboard.

Here I stand,
all dressed in black,
thinking I'm the reincarnation,
of Johnny Cash.

Boots on my feet,
black hat on my head,
when someone yelled,
"Hey, Johnny is dead.

I was shocked
when I heard the news.
I went to happy hour,
scarfing down some booze.

It was early in the morning,
about half past five.
I was running on empty,
trying to stay alive.

I received a call saying,
Hey, I think you are late,
for this important event,
your first blind date.

Wait a minute, I said,
before he hung up the phone,
"Who is this person? am I
to go all alone?"

He said of course you are,
is that too hard to understand?
Well, I went where I was told to,
and it was my very first one-night stand.

If you've read this far,
then you know I'm
not talking about me,
merely writing about a fantasy

Rainy days,
clothes a soak.
Is this Natures
own small joke?

It's not funny,
when you're soaking wet,
with the wind blowing,
an event you won't forget.

Next time out,
I'll cast a hex,
but to be sure I'll
buy some Gore-Tex.

Music playing, about
"My rock and roll fantasy".
Sometimes I wish
that could be me.

What a life,
it could be
to become a Star,
in My Rock and Roll Fantasy.