everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Tuesday, November 3, 2015



“A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.”

            -Wallace Stevens


BABY THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK

 

She was once engaged to a man twenty years her senior. 

When she was young and beautiful and still naïve about

the world.  When she had the conviction of honoring

the whiteness of her wedding dress with her virginity. 

 

A probable polymath, he had three hundred years of

experience woven tightly beneath his skin.  But it

ended one day when she came home to find them

intertwined on her bed, the polymath and her best friend.

 

There was a gasp and a scream as they detached.  He

threw her friend against the wall and then stood before her

sweaty and hard saying baby, this is not what you think. 
 
 






Hollywood Corners, Norman, Oklahoma . . . owned by Toby Keith; where James Garner
worked as a boy; where Bob Wills used to stop and play his sweet Texas swing


 
Hollywood Corners




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