Cup

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  1. stewartparker

    Even across a crowded room, she beckons me like a whispered song. Those lips are mine. That hair for me to touch. All eyes on her, but mine is the only smile she will return.

    The music pulsates through the smoke, the rhythm pounds in my chest in time with my yearning. Each breath burns like cinders. The warmth joins my smoldering insides.

    I don’t just want to be with her, I want to be her, from the inside looking out, one skin, our every whim and fancy intermingled, until it is just one desire, twisting and winding and unfolding on itself.

    But her heart belongs to someone else. She doesn’t even know my name. My love would never be accepted.

    And yet, my cup runneth over.

  2. Surly Temple

    Litany (By Billy Collins)

    You are the bread and the knife,
    The crystal goblet and the wine…
    -Jacques Crickillon

    You are the bread and the knife,
    the crystal goblet and the wine.
    You are the dew on the morning grass
    and the burning wheel of the sun.
    You are the white apron of the baker,
    and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

    However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
    the plums on the counter,
    or the house of cards.
    And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
    There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

    It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
    maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
    but you are not even close
    to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

    And a quick look in the mirror will show
    that you are neither the boots in the corner
    nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

    It might interest you to know,
    speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
    that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

    I also happen to be the shooting star,
    the evening paper blowing down an alley
    and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

    I am also the moon in the trees
    and the blind woman’s tea cup.
    But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
    You are still the bread and the knife.
    You will always be the bread and the knife,
    not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.

  3. bed of lamb 666

    What is worse than someone sending out an email to all two-thousand people in an organization asking if anyone has seen their missing coffee cup?

    The people who Reply All with “No, I have not seen it. Good luck!”

    I do not know whether I should let all the offending people know I do not need to be copied on such excrement, or if I should steal everyone’s coffee cup and create a chaotic email overload.

    • Surly Temple

      This makes me so happy I cannot breathe, particularly in light of the email recently sent which said if there were any comments to respond. “I’m okay with this,” being the general response. If I had my way I would not just thieve the coffee cups of respective asshats, I would let them know that they were asshats, for both having said coffee cups and then losing them so ignobly.

      Also, I might urinate in some of them, just to keep things on the DL.

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