Hate & Love

Two beasts
are sleeping
in your soul.

One beast
feeds on
anger.

Ready
to roar
and destroy.

Likes
tasting
blood,
and pain.

The other
beast:
love

Ready to
forgive,
to build.

This beast
desires
hugging
the world.

Harmony,
shelter,
compassion.

Both beasts
sleep
within
your soul.

Ready
to be
fed.

The one you
feed
will
dominate.

Be careful
whom
you
nourish.

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Unseasonal Heat

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of the day
in the air.

L.A.
summer
starting
premature.

Temperatures
106
108
in shady
places.

A/C running,
power spotty,
people cranky.

Going to the
movies;
afternoon
at library.

Gathering
at sites
cool and dark.

Waiting for
the sun
to set.

Only to find
nights as hot.

Concrete reflection
day’s heat.

Los Angeles,
early
back into
heat.

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Image courtesy of David Castillo Dominici

 

Summer Evening

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sun setting
slowly.

Dog days,
cool breeze
barley pushing
day’s heat
away.

Familiar sound
getting closer.

Not the melody
of ice cream
truck.

A child’s dream
transformed to
adulthood.

Coming down
the street,
speakers blaring
old blue eyes,
a truck filled
with wine
and booze.

Stopping at my
corner.
People spilling
from front yards.

Cold drinks,
iced margaritas,
mojitos smelling minty,
aged whisky on the rocks
or neat.

A summer dream,
coming down the street,
memories of ice cream
turned adulthood.
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Image courtesy of surasakiStock at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The Receptionist

Early morning,
meeting client,
talking to receptionist.

Here she is,
pretty face,
pleasant taking too.

Sitting
behind
counter and
computer.

Nice black dress,
buttons down
the front.

The problem,
though,
the dress is tight,
too tight for
a few pounds
gained.

Expanding
fabric,
buttons
holding on
for dear life.

White skin trying
to escape,
pushing out
between
buttons
and fabric.

How to tell,
without hurting?

Egos fragile,
wardrobe
malfunction.

I’m called in,
my client will
see me now.

Moving on,
leaving behind
a situation
I can’t solve.

a|hirsch