Showing posts with label teen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teen. Show all posts
Sunday, May 3, 2020
050320b
Heidi
I know you're going to hell, she said
but she was cool with dating me
God would fotgive and forget
she was sure
but only if I asked
she was going to ask
so that was ok
I was cool with it too
didn't need to ask
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
121019d
You can't moon over someone
Whom you think you love
On a planet with such a dark dark night
With stars alone to light your way
Friday, October 11, 2019
101119
get your kicks
used to mean getting high
doing anything it takes
to get off
now it means
don't forget your shoes
or, "Cool shoes, bro."
Monday, April 22, 2019
042219c
Water Bear Boy
1.
Looms like an alien war machine,
slow as a sloth,
bullets won't stop him.
Betty was his mom's BFF;
she won't let her daughter Hillary
(named for the president) go out with him,
but the way Hillary trailed her bare
hand along his armored flank
gave him a subsonic shock:
instant diarrhea for everyone within 30 feet,
except Hillary, perhaps because she was so close,
his face a burning brick, she laughs
“Did you see that bitch Lorna? OMG!“
2.
Hillary plans to major in biology
“I don't think I'll get to go to college“ he whispers
“What, why? You tell those bastards--“
but a siren cuts across her outrage.
Love, he tells himself,
lumbering towards the First Mid-Am Bank
where a Cadillac idles by the curb;
masked men come running out,
sacks and handguns clutched,
the latter aimed back inside,
“Water Bear Boy!“ one shouts,
and they all go Bang! Bang! Bang!
He puts his forefeet on the trunk
as they all dive through the open doors,
claws sink thru asphalt and grip,
rubber squeals like a stuck pig, burns.
Soon enough, Sheriff Dan
takes the corner on two smokin' wheels;
“I've got it from here,“ he says.
3.
WBB has a tutor, he
doesn't ft thru the doors at R. W. Johnson H.S,
freaks are not welcome anyway,
so says almost everyone.
His tutor, Mrs Crabb, never smiles,
left her smile in her other suit, Dad says,
but “she's the only one who would help you.“
Hillary would, WBB thinks,
but her mom's a you-know-what
and won't allow it.
4.
They meet on White's farm, abandoned long ago,
house burned, barn sagging, rusty red tractor
out standing in its feld, weeds up to here.
Water bears, formally tardigrades,
are arthropods, Hillary says,
they can survive in pure alcohol, even liquid nitrogen
(“Holy freakin' cow,“ he says, though he googled this years ago).
Turns out Hillary has a thing for arthropods,
has an ant farm, pins Lepidoptera,
studied horseshoe crabs for a
6th-grade science project (“2nd at State“),
so WBB's exoskeleton (hard, shiny,
covered with sensory hairs) doesn't freak her out;
his cock, a standard human appendage,
will do just fne, too, it seems.
5.
“Wonder if you're fertile,“ Hillary muses,
lying back in the grass, hands behind her head.
Now she's freaking him out:
he's never even touched a baby,
never had a job and, and ... “shh,“ she says,
“You're a hero."
From Metastable Systems, Ebook $2.99
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/760901
Monday, March 18, 2019
031819b
his hand in her blouse
when her dad fired the first shot
viral video
Saturday, May 4, 2013
microreview of Beautiful Decay
Seriously off-putting title for the best YA fantasy I've read in years. Sylvia Lewis's novel of a teen outcast with an unusual and dangerous immune-system disorder is charming & gripping. I could hardly put it down & ( want the sequel now. The book reminds me of @TeamDamnation's Hold Me Closer, Necromancer. If you liked that book then you must read Beautiful Decay. I really like the fact that BD's protagonist, Ellie Miller, miserable and isolated, pulls herself out of the abyss. She is tough, and deals with her very real problems with grit and determination. There's no sex, but there is death; most pre-teens who like fantasy are ready for this book. www.runningpress.com/kids 9780762446117
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