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Old 07-06-2019, 12:30 PM   #1
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Default The Lighthouse: An Uneventful Event



"The Lighthouse:
An Uneventful Event"

At the end of the day It’s all an optic illusion
the light dancing past the aqua lagoon. Clocked in at 2,
a cup of coffee, some food, Third shift.
Stacks of work lists, Im sooo not in the mood.
In the parking lot, the dog barked at the moon.
It was dark but he enjoys the frost off the dew

“Hey Marge” oh god that awful perfume
She was our security guard. for the most part she was cute
A mature pawg yet still youthful. But that awful perfume!
She parked her caboose (and she’s got that phatty)
Usually happy but tonight there’s an obvious tune of sadness. In truth
I’d marry her and smash her in two.
But she’s married to some faggot name Brad
Though in passing she mentioned some acts of abuse

Quite often I’d glimpse her ass off the stool
Can’t help but feel she’s teasing. I never asked. She was cool.
Same brown paper bag hiding a sandwich, chips and news.
every now and then she’d sneak in a six-pack of brew

Yeah she drinks on the job but then she’d offer me two.
It relaxes the mood, I guess, stress can be as bad for us both
Fact is, it gets lonely in this hum drumming abode
20 foot space, enough to illustrate the mind’s contingency
In the winter breeze the dog wander alone
and the moon shrouded in dull hue.
Just as sudden a growl would ensue
Marge unbutton the top button of her blouse, within view
I can see the top part of her chest - peeking through
Voluptuous. She’s probably drunk and shit.
“Are you hot Marge?”
“I’m just fuckkn stress. Can you come here and rub my chest?”
I got up fucking quick thinking “damn I get to rub her tits!”
Ima love this shit.

But that was it. an optic illusion. Form of confusion.
An alarming recourse to prevent thoughts from abusing
what form of “human” is left. Imagine holding your breath
‘till you’re either blue or you’re dead.
The dog never growled. Still barking in unison
to marge’s fully dressed uniform. God I’m the stupidest.
I know this isn’t the best of stuff-
you’ve read but I guess it’s a quick glimpse
of the norm not often inspected enough:
Boredom.
I’m bored.

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