turtleneck ::: >>>

i am wearing your turtleneck
like a bohemian skipping in a field
i feel your body imprinted
fabric sealed with perspiration
i can smell your skin & hair
you are memories now
memories now

a green grape ::: >>>

today on the workplace ... a strange vision in the men's room ::: >>>

i went in ... did my 'business' as we say, yes? ::: i tend to sit, even when urinating ... less mess, more time to just take in the environment, read any computer print-offs of the day's news as deemed important by coworkers [ typically loser sports items, sometimes something a little too republican, othertimes some rather snooze-inducing local fodder ] ... so, i sit for a bit, empty the old bladder ... & exit the stall ::: >>>

the new office restroom has a luxurious 5-person mirror ... very HD if you catch my draft ... & so i stand, give a few pumps of the pink liquid handsoap & ... what do i spy? on the bottom of sink #3 [ this is the one i am currenlty using to wash hands ]? yes, that's right, a single green grape ... comfortable, sitting on the drain filter thing, pink suds washing away around this near-translucent morsel of office snackage ... you would think i would grab that little b!tch up & pop it in for a sweet treat ... but no ... i watch as the handsoap thins out & turns to purer & purer waterFlow ... the little green grape ... another magic intrusion of nature in the officeplace ::: >>>


was this green grape perhaps left here for a reason? ::: i wonder ::: >>>