this_brief_drama_in_the_flesh blueberries if it wasn't for the rotten pinata i kicked on my way into the yard, scattering rock hard pieces of swell gum from the small, soggy wound, then i wouldn't have looked up to the third story to see your light was on. it was a cry in the darkness. make no mistake. she turns me on. momentary shadow against the drawn blind. figure of flesh moving in silence, outline of beauty, silhouette of perfect form. so i throw one of the bubble gums against the glass of the window, enough alarming noise to achieve your presence. the blind lifts like a secret curtain revealing the golden prize of my longing. then the window opens, a flower releasing exotic fragrance into the stillness. "come on up," you say, your throaty urgency like fire in my loins. "he's gone." 011210 ... farmfish i remember you telling me about this. 021202 what's it to you? who go blather from