Opportunity Knocks

In the midst of asses full of cellulite, dimple-splattered thighs and bikini tops stretched to maximum capacity to support saggy breasts, she stood tall. Water glistened and trickled down smooth suntan-lotioned legs, yet her steps were so delicate that they barely left a footprint in the sodden sand. Her strong, muscled thighs clenched and contracted as she fought with the strong current and when the waves crashed, so did my heart. I knew I had found my queen.

Saving Grace

When Grace first saw the woman sitting on the bench by the creek, she made her skin crawl.

Rome Burns

numbers
html code
is this our life now?
computers,
impersonal
communication,
everything
watered down
to binary

Language
dying,
true intimacy
dwindling,
literature
reduced
to txt spk

TV drones
iPhone zombies
society
sliding
to idiocy

crumbling pyramids
fiddling
while Rome burns
txting our way
to stupidity


Written: June 2, 2009
All Rights Reserved

Closure
Clear as night:
Openly obscure, her
No means yes;
Timid whore;
Red strapless dress
Offers her, an escape from
Life.


A game of dress-up
On the stage
Of life
She stages coups,
He leaves his wife
To be her slave;
Vagina-Mage,
Casts her spell.


"Abracadabra!"


by Corey Springer
Written: 31st May 2009; 10:14 p.m.
All Rights Reserved

Page As Refuge

Uninspired yet again,

But somehow drawn to write

To inscribe upon this page my inner thoughts

Shall I converse with page?

The ever silent recipient of words, meanings, thoughts

Never once offering solace in words

But provides sanctuary in the act of receiving

In the lack of ridicule and scorn

It offers peace of mind and serenity

It is never torn down by the weight of thoughts

If ever it feels the burden of my pain

Silently it echoes reassurance of strength