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Waitress

Crumbs of sandwich bread and flabs of sliced ham bits left in the used plate. Melt ice cubes mixed with a half full cup of soda sits on the table in a ring of condensation. She moves about focused, multi tasking, talking to customers, answering phones, and ringing orders. Rush hour on a saturday night at 1 am diner in low lighting.

She wipes her hands on her apron and walks over to the newest table with waters in hand and silverware plentiful. She wears a blue shirt underneath of the black apron. Her pockets filled with unopened straws, a few pieces of candy, assorted change, and receipts. Her curly brown hair puffed and done up. Conversation of all kinds Eminates from the tables and booths.

Sizzling burgers cooking and beef aroma meshing with seasonings. The line cooks move about opening cupboards, grabbing sauces and ingredients. Pots clanked together while others shouted orders. They’re reading the tickets quickly. Meanwhile the waitress is ready to take their orders. Pencil and notebook in hand.

“I’ll have the roast beef and mashed potatoes with a side of gravy.”

“And for you?”

“I’ll have the American burger with everything on it with a side of curly fries....oh and can I have a coke as well?”

“Yes you may, is there anything else?”

“Nope, that’ll be it. Thanks!”

“Alright have put that in now for you”

Can you relate?

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Sailor

In his eyes, the love for the sea moves like the strongest whirlpool. There in his memories he plays at the beach chasing sea foam and receding waves pushing and pulling. His father watching over him. Long since his death, the sea fairing knowledge soaks his mind among the ship’s wooden frame. Salty and briney. The cawing seagulls fly for above his head in the clear blue sky. Just before port, sailing along the shoreline about a mile out. Afternoon sun powerfully burns the crew’s back like a sizzling wok in the restaurants of Singapore. He looks around, rather relaxed and most comfortable.

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Feather: 2 minutes

Quickly, pull into a parking spot.

Stop perfectly pressing upon the break.

Step out and slam the door.

Rush into the grocery store.

Pass by a long white feather

But remember what my mother said

Feathers are dirty and might have diseases

But a simple feather brings me joy

Is she wrong?

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Hair: 10 minutes

Beautiful and full of shine, she raised her hands tilting her head down while briefly closing her eyes. She wrapped a black hair tie around her lushous mane into a pony tail. Her elegant and feminine frame captivated my eyes. There a glint of attraction rested upon my head like a crown. I’m sure it smelled of coconut shampoo. She peered over at me right as I looked away. I’ll pretend that she didn’t catch me resting my eyes on her while at the park. A quiet serene place filled with flowers of all kinds and various trees. The woods teeming with hidden creatures making far off sounds. Where they are I’ll never know. But she. She smells like wildflowers in the freshest of meadows. The laughing sunflowers among the fellowshipping party. Her hair releasing in me chemicals, shooting down my nervous system saturating my body.

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Umbrella: 5 minutes

Clicking the button and releasing the arms of the purple umbrella. Soaking water resistant fabric keeping the pouring rain from drenching my body. The yard is muddy and the constant sound of rain and thunder surrounds me. Darkened clouds, in various shades of grey, reign the sky like a violent tyrant. I unlocked my car door remotely. The lights flashed briefly. I looked off the front porch and sighed thinking, dreading leaving my house like it’s a chore. I’d rather clean the dishes sitting under foamy soap soaking in the kitchen sink.

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Screw driver: 2 minutes

Efficient handle, easy to hold. Philip his head steel or flathead. Poking or prodding twisting and popping. Frustrated mechanic. A stripped screw. Shredded metal scraps. Lifted cars and 80s rock radio. Phones ringing...

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Dentist: 10 min

Canines released to fight the clanking hooks and mirrors. Castle molars like plaque fortresses on a hill. Roots deep within the mountain gums tunneling into my nervous system. Cavity war zone black like scorched land barren and unfruitful. Popcorn shields in the moats of my gum lining. A bright light blinding my eyes as I lay uncomfortably in his chair. My neck and head pushing back constricting my ability to swallow my spit. Sailboat white mask catching the winds of hi breath as he peers down my throat. I am exposed. My tongue like a blind mole rat or slug seeking darkness among the LEDs. He lifts a small hook like tool and assaults my calcium soldiers, picking at them with ease. Like aliens with advanced technology. Their defenses useless. Vacuum suction slurps up excess saliva. Plastic taste ringing my cheeks and metal souring my taste buds. Then the sweet smell of fluoride peppermint toothpaste dances into my nostrils. He scrubs. Foamy popping toothpaste like healthy cotton candy or bubbling bubbles overflows.

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Bathroom mirror: 5 min

The bathroom swirled around. My eyes unfocused on any particular thing. Hair care products leaking out leaving a stained drip on the porcelain tiles and tub. Peppermint coconut shampoo drizzling about the small moisturizing space. Discombobulated body in a drunken mirage dry heaving into a white whirlpool. Shoulders low, gagging reflexes pushing and pulling like an old 1800s pump faucet vomiting clear bile like dirty well water. 2 am sadness with cold chilled skin and a rosy face.

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Crash: 10 min writing

He tip toed into the house yard quietly trying to close the squeaky gate behind him, turning around hunched over a little bit. The side window to his bedroom was unlocked. He pushed his arms up pressing the window to its rim. The mixture of hot and cold air dried his skin secretly as he propped himself up and squeezed through the window into the bedroom, sliding his body onto the messy dresser. Just then the light switched on and his mother exclaimed “Johnny! What the hell are you doing?!” And in a daze of confusion he was caught off guard and he lost his balance. Waving his arms, eyes wide and Adrenaline released he tumbled onto the floor smashing various items on the messy dresser and knocking things over. He rubbed his head profusely from clanking it on the bed frame.

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Sky: a 5 minutes writing

Opening up on a summer day. Vast and blue. Shades of cool tones and white smokey clouds drifting slowly among the birds. Open and grand like a piano tune friendly and warm. The empty stillness silently wrapping its blanket around the earth as the sun brilliantly leads the soft sweet melodies. Endless boundaries like an open door. He peers inside the room, memories and belongings resting in a box atop the bed in the cool dry apartment. Looking out among the city skyline.

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Wildflowers

Meadow filled with beautiful things

Tall grass and flower’s delight

Colors sway in the afternoon breeze

Wildflower love spreading around

Resting in nature’s bedroom

Pedals dancing to pollen’s sneeze

Relax in the sea of green

A deer and her family graze

Where others love to find their dreams

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Warzone

Shattered and broken, soft words spoken

To the child who hurts the most

Fear in their eyes, as shrapnel flies

It’s misery from coast to coast

Government scandals, and the problems they handle

Are never resolved with olive branches

Rumors of wars, and treasury scores

Are used to pay for their mansions

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Deep Sea Diver

Jump into the foggy sea

The mystery is the thrill

What creatures lurk and slink around

Searching for a kill

An open ocean vast and wide

Is scary just how big

When jaws of fire come swimming fast

To eat your kicking leg

Diving deep into the swell

He sees the sunken ship

The trauma he experienced

When he was just a kid

Opens up his eyes and sees

He’s searching for the pain

To help and hope, to feel the love

And forgive himself again

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Slot Machine

Cigarette smoke and greasy hair

No window only oxygen tanks

Buffet dinners and lines of people

Waiting for their stakes

She grasps her cup of coins and gum

For riches wait a loft

If lucky coins are heaven sent

Then her lungs feel angel’s cough

Vegas glitter and neon lights

The show is filled with wonder

Mystery fog and theatre music

set the mood for thunder

Circus tricks and magician’s magic

Entertain me til I’m poor

Greed and lust and gluttony

In my veins like vodka’s pour

Sell me lots of novel things

In gift shops I abhor

Hit the jackpot with a coin

To make the greatest score

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Magnifying Glass

Concave lense looking ‘round

Or is it convex eyes?

I don’t remember science well

Maybe I have fried eyes

Frightened ants on sidewalk lane

The sun is shining through

Painful burn and obvious choice

Of children with lessons earned

Reading glasses in the study

Staring at pages flipped

20/20 is for normal people

But I’m the one that sits

Put me under, stare me down

I will be just fine

My character clean, and underwear too

No secrets in my spine

Oh a clue, a game, a look

A query for your friends

Penny thoughts, follow frogs

They follow all the trends

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Ocean Waves

Feel my seafoam fluffy socks

Wrapped around your feet

Salty bring ocean splash

In the sand of relaxing peace

Throw a frisbee with your friends

Running on the beach

Look above at the clear blue sky

Where horizon meets the sea

Fishing vessels rock around

Floating ocean trees

Seaweed crumbles, jelly squish

Don’t let them touch your knees

Build a sandcastle, tan your back

Or throw a beach ball please

Dancing waves like tumbled laundry

Rolling tides of pod

Pods of whales and turtles swim

While dolphins flipper squad

Hot dogs sizzle, board walk shops

And braclet trinkets pop

Restaurant searching, seafood dish

Expensive dinner and wine amiss

Walking down the boardwalk paved

Looking out at ocean waves

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A sailboat is a grandmother and a grandmother is a sailboat

A blanket knitted wave and yarn all of aqua sea form spray bring and ancient splashes the loving haul of wise wood. Aged beauty sailing majestically along the coastline of Greece. Lovely marble white homes and structures grace the rolling hills and cliff side in the midday. Spring births the new energized sails! Port to starboard! Grasping the handcrafted wheel catching the adventurous wind flying down playing with the granny boat like a child. Baby blue slippers and cane helping like the young man eyes wide, big joy, gleaming like sparkling diamond light reflecting out into the great big world. It was a glorious gaze of the Bold & the Beautiful radioing in.

Fragile bonds and TV dinner trays watching soaps from the un-bothered soft home. Her white hair curly like sails closed up. Slippers wrapped around her feet comfortable while knitting a scarf for her grand daughter. Slight smile and simple enjoyment like a beautiful day sailing on the sea vast and fresh. Little trinkets and porcelain dish sets display themselves through the oak showcase and glass. Magazines from years past sit next to the green love seat aged like a ship haul. Frank Sinatra playing in the background with family photos of children, marriage and memories. Bubbling chicken soup handmade with cut up carrots chopped onion, basil, and fresh homemade noodles from scratch doughy and appetizing. Delicious chicken breast and both shredded and cut up mix together letting flavorful steam fill the kitchen. Moisture builds and condensation drips slightly from the top of the glass cap on the stove. Salt and pepper like minerals briny in the sea, catching waves as a grandmother sailboat guides her children into adulthood.