oh, for fucks sake

oh, for fucks sake

two glasses stand
next to each other

on the coffee table.

one is tall, the other
is just a touch smaller--

they are both half
                             empty.

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bemoan the infestation

I am not an eagle
but a man

struggling to come
to terms
                  with the fact

that I am NOT
an eagle

and merely
                  a man.

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post-coital

the mushroom cloud
that follows an
explosion

is by far the prettiest
part of the act--

much like the flowers
at a funeral

or

the first cigarette
after sex.

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married with children

god bless this
television set--

the weight of
expectation

around it's
neck.

Ross Leese lives in the North of England and is approaching his thirties, somewhat uncomfortably. He[’s hoping that when the revolution finally happens, somebody might tell him about it. Or at least point him in the right direction. He’s thinking East. Or maybe west.