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"The old man walked toward the water, stumbling slightly over the rocky beach. His black coat accentuated his slumping shoulders. The sun hung weakly over the crisp mountains to the west, promising colors but not yet granting them. When he reached the lowest wet rocks left by the receding tide, he lowered himself. His fine coat settled into the tide pool beside him. And he just sat there. Somewhat happy. Somewhat sad. The years, over all, had been good."
"I’ve been doing tumblr for almost a year and so far I’ve posted only three gifs and one cat."
"He trusted her. He trusted her hands. She would hum softly as she touched him, forcing him—compelling him— to relax, to let go, to submit to her power."
"I got a Panama hat
and a pair of shiny shoes
and I can rock and roll
like your daddy used to do."
THE FIRST SNOW
The fat black dog
the one with short legs
and wide paws
rubs his face in it
now his entire body
as he turns his feet
to the sky, twisting his body
like a belly dancer
a furry four-legged belly dancer
dancing upside down
in the first snow.
—Tito Titus
The Poet shows up some times. On the good nights, he has a presence. Only last night another poet called him a mentor. He read only once. And briefly. “Carol Palmer Stabbed Me.” Another poet said, “That’s why you’re the master.” Later that evening he drank whiskey.
"When I reflect on the considerable energy I have expended in this life, I think that I would be incredibly wealthy today if I had invested it all in tartar sauce."
Dead
There is a murderer
on the seventh floor
he showers
the water heater drains
every day
outside my window
it has been raining
for a long time.
~Tito Titus
(Source: poetfire)
“It wasn’t broken when I last looked at it. Though it did chuckle snidely when I checked myself out while it watched.”
~~Tito Titus
"When the going gets tough, the tough get funny."
"There on the beach, Felix offered up his love on a plate. Samantha said, “Oh! You are so sweet!” And that is where they spent the night. In the morning the tide washed away their memories."
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Remember when Bob got stabbed in the heart when he came to the defense of a friend? That night he came too close to death.
A few months later, still healing from emergency surgery, he came home with a fat lip. “How’d you get it?” I asked. He said he’d been waiting outside a supermarket for a friend when some dude hit on his friend’s girlfriend. He intervened. You know the rest. I told him he was lucky the dude didn’t have a knife.
Oooops. Saw Bob again today. Knife slice across his palm. Birthday party. Chatting with a buddy. Buddy has an ex. She’s there too. She goes after Buddy. Misses. Gets Bob.
I don’t know what to say. I don’t remember it being this way. Kids these days.
"I cooked this for you
down the street and somewhere
someone dies, doesn’t notice
cherry blossoms falling
like bombs on bugs but
not exploding on city lawns
like the time she dropped
the Easter lamb in the street
crawling on her hands and knees
recovering pieces of meat
roasted to perfection—
the kid pulls a boat on wheels,
