There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

Part 2

I couldn’t help but grin.  She was a very good looking girl with dark curls that she kept cut short, caramel skin and a sleight figure, and definitely Arabic, which meant to me that she was strictly conservative.  Especially with that headscarf.

I decided this could be fun and hesitated suggestively, looking around.  The table was perched on the corner outside Lambretta’s, a small club at night and a washed out coffee shop by day, on North Parade just two blocks down the road from the copshop.  You can find it on Googlemaps.

She waited patiently then looked away, with a resigned look on her face.  I felt instantly that I was losing her and spoke quickly.

“Maybe.  I’m not sure what you want.  It’s not something I carry around on me, you understand?  What is it you want, Sweetheart?”  Now that I had let her know I had what she was looking for…I could wind up.  Let’s play a little with the sugarplum.

Aaah!  The coffee was good this morning.

Her accent was soft but she knew what she wanted.  “I’m looking for a key.” A kilo.