She sits at a small corner table at the local Starbucks. Beautiful tall blue eyed blonde, but no one could tell the color of her eyes. Not behind those dark sunglasses. Those two pieces of glass with a designer's name stamped on the side of the frame. They hide everything about her from the outside world, but also keep her a prisoner.

She sits staring at the small screen, like everyone else, scrolling through nothing in particular. Men fall over themselves to talk to her, but she politely carves them up into pieces and sends them on their way, destroying their fragile egos. She sits there alone because it is better than sitting alone in her apartment. She doesn't want to admit life is passing her by. Her self-absorbed world is grinding to a halt. She is becoming common.

Once upon a time, she was known to thousands and the center of attention. An expert at smiling. A Geisha wearing a kabuki mask concealing an empty shell. She was a fairy tale princess without a prince. Always guarded, her heart would never allow someone in. She wants to look to the future, but the goblins of her past will not allow that. With only her past glories, alone, she hides in plain sight.

storybob@justaperson

There once was a narcissistic giraffe,

Who was obsessed with his own photograph.

Until his girlfriend Betty,

(A quite beautiful Yeti,)

Had enough of him and moved to Flagstaff.

Again, bitter conclusions define everything. Forbidding generations hope.

I just know life may not obtain peace.

Quickly rotting souls turn unfounded

Vain went Xaroncharoo.

You're zero

This one was really challenging but super fun!!!

Whatever you do in the world,

Will be insignificant.

You can sugar coat it if you want,

Say that its not true.

But one day there will be no one left,

To remember me or you.

You can be a famous singer,

Like Beyonce of Jay-Z,

Or a nobel prize winner,

Like Albert or Humphrey.

It all doesn't matter.

Ashes are just ash.

Will the world end in ice?

Or in a red hot flash?

The point of this poem,

Is not to make you sad,

But to tell you to enjoy your time,

And stop being so mad.

Stop worrying about little things,

Release all that stress and dread.

Don't worry about that broken glass

Or your messy unmade bed.

Enjoy life.

Smile at the sky.

Laugh when something is funny,

And enjoy the wild ride.

With a yawn an kick an the flick of a flint this day started. (Damn it!! )I say this an not the. Because though it started like any other. It has become like none other pre or proceding.  So back to its dawn.To start the recored of events befallen me an mine this day to the dwan of next. 24 hours Jack Bauer would have sweated. And I wake&baked.

With the flick of a flint. I brought fire to it. To kick start the heart of what mattered. Only for a moment till the true matter of my life checked in (damn it)on her father to say. "leave for school in 30" with a look an a nod sure of the answer to come.

With a most merry of yes's is how i adressed it. Unfazed she turned an marched along to the rest of her teenage girl routine.

So shit shower no shave. No mans slave this day. Going on 7th day of vacation I was. And quite interested was I to see what the Dommies* had in store for me today.

[Dommies: 30 to 40 year old stay at home dads. Recently & reluctantly deposed for most. Blessedly so by others.]

There children are 5 an 6 years old an its as though most of them just found out about them today. How they behave or dont amongst peers. What they need. Were they need to be. And if there the kind that know were their going or need to be shown. Fathers are catagorized exactly the same but much greater the shame.

The Dommie apocolypse Taylor  jokingly referred. Little did I know. How prophetic her words this morning.

I've never kept a dairy before. (Damn it!)Not in high school for english or creative writing. Funny i think it no teacher ever perscribed the lesson. Besides i could hear the young boys crying. Those are for girls Ms. Fry. Yagoggles & acceptence speeches thats all us guys need. (Do you mean Eulogies?)

On who’s authority may i ask. Ms Fry retorts. Coaches! In unisyn half the boys respond. much to there amusment.

Wait. What? Were was i going with this. Oh yeah. I need to ask Taylor if i am doing this right. Its how Manning did it in the book i read of his. Namath too. An their hall of famers. Oh yeah an Tom Clancy too and he's like a brass ringer among the literary. Spelling bee second runner up. What? Who's bad? You know it, I no it and show it.BOYAA!!! handeld today an handeling this.

I feel like I'm just talking to myself a lot. But i am. And i do. So should I? (Damn it!)Who cares as long as i get a good laugh when i read this stoned.

I'm high on danger an anger and pride most of all right now. My little devil saved my ass as many times as i saved hers today.

Thank no one but my lack of respect for the rules and my daughters good grades. For when i sayed to her how bout a monday fun day. She respounded. Nothing of great importance in the days schedule. I doubt I'd be missed.

So around the roundabout we went. As the befudled Dommies looked to me as though there leader had just deserted them. Well at least there dealer. Of wisdom an (damn it)kind weed. I think I'm kinda killing this diary thing. Ann how.

Can I be frank? Yes. I am avioding the truth of our situation. Everyone we know is most likely dead. Assuredly unreachable. And it matters not. I have know direction less grave than another to travel. And no reason to travel at present. Safe for the moment is more than we could ask. It seems a break in the chaos has finally arrived. The first in over 6hrs. A new dawn rises. On my little lead devil 20 gauge in hand. Axe on her hip. Grenades she took of a dead guy pinned to her chest. If ever a blushing father was there...... Dawn Nov 14th 2016 signed Taylor Made aka RamonElcamino.  pcp. my spelling sucks dont it.(damn it!!) "PCP? Dad are you shiting me. Its PS" and do you know you think out loud?" No I didn't. Because every time I've tried to get into my groove today someone or something has interrupted me. "Well puff puff pass dad I got a long bucket list an little time" you ain't never smoked weed. Have you? "Nope before today I will never have blown a man's head off or smoked. Sinsemilla!! "

everyone would die

just to have a taste

of agape love

but it hurts

it hurts to love unconditionally

it hurts to forgive and forget

it hurts to watch them in pain

so i choose eros

i choose eros because it's easier

i choose eros because it's simple

i choose eros because agape hurts

pleasure over pain

I got the call and rushed out the door

My hands were shaking

I couldn't grip the steering wheel

Four days

Nobody had heard from him for four days

I am his emergency contact

My key was at home 

So I banged on the windows and doors

The neighbors peeping 

From behind their curtains 

But  I didn't care

The police arrived 

I was sure he was dead

How will I tell his family? 

How did it get this bad?

Am I going to look? 

Why am I having such weird thoughts? 

We walked in the house

It was smoky inside

There was spilled milk across the floor

There was a burning pan on the stove 

That had melted the milk container 

Sitting next to it

The house smelled liked a combination 

Of cigarettes and puke

Suddenly, a monster appeared

Half naked and covered 

In vomit and mustard

The monster screamed and yelled

About how we intruded 

He just didn't feel well 

Didn't hear the phone

He slurred as he slid down the wall

No he doesn't need to go to the hospital

The police can't make him

I told his work he was sick

And would be at work the next day

Covered for him like I always have 

So he doesn't end up on the streets

He wouldn't even remember

What happened anyway

I go back to my life like I always have 

And think "I am too old for this"

I think about the man he used to be

And how sad he would be to know 

The person he would become

But it was just another day 

For my junkie father 

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