…meet, cute

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rushing to be funny

blushing when you stutter

you search for one excuse to linger

he needs change for a buck

you’re due back at work

he’s such a cute stranger

here’s where destiny hits you like a truck

on the other hand maybe just a really great —

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Image Andy Miccone, public domain.

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billable hours of a superhero

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tough gig, man, no-one understands

the paperwork’s a bitch when you shoot lightning from your hands

getting paid by angry clients is no easier it seems

and then there’s the spandex ‘cause it fits with people’s dreams


but you go home to the boyfriend

if not the same time every night

if you’re lucky, he understands

you have to fight and fight the good fight

(even though dating a lawyer or a cop

you’d think they’d know the drill

the bad guy don’t go home and shut up shop

just because your guy has needs to fulfill)


yeah, a gay superhero has it hard

but count it up at the end of the day

the grateful appreciation of the populace

and a mundane boyfriend with super-powered cuddles

go a long long long long way.

– Alex Ankarr, 2016

 

Photo credit: gunner111, https://www.flickr.com/photos/moto101/

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Poem: prescription strength of love

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“Your prescription now is stronger,”

My optician says to me

He only means to give the dimming

Fuzzy world a clarity

You, I’ve not explained to him yet

He has not asked that I do

Only wants to know my headaches

An alphabet recital too

Think you I’ll love you less dearly

If I see you sharp and clear

If I see your flaws my dear one

Once I excused myopically

It’s not the case, although it should be

I love you not for fuzzy glow

For radiant halos stemming only

From faulty curve of lens, I know

I love you for your faults, you bastard

And when I see them close and sharp

I’ll pull the hornrims off my nose, dear

Vowed haloed angel, sans specs, mit harp.

© 2015 Alex Ankarr.

 

Image – Zuukuo Wuu public domain.

Poem: …star corsage

 

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a bouquet of roses,

of diamonds and baby’s breath

a few stars thrown in

to confuse over scale

and Satan peering from a black black hole

deep, deep, deep in the vase

a bouquet of roses

roses, foxes and diamonds

diamonds and baby’s breath

breath, and a few stars

the scale is confused

and Satan’s in there too

peeping out a black hole

gravity in the vase

down deep, deep

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Image – Vaughan’s Seed Company; Henry G. Gilbert Nursery and Seed Trade Catalog Collection, no known copyright restrictions.

Poem: …matrimony and the man II

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Doves shot upwards

Snowfall in reverse

Confetti burst

the groom, and his groom

fine handsome catch

every bit his match

waiting on a promise,

all dolled up and fine

forever be mine

Vows are made

Doves are flown

Fizz all downed

Rings exchanged

Dance in dreams

flowergirl screams

(Too much cake. Allowed a sip of fizz
Parents, parents, why d’you do this?)

hand in hand and

husbands now

one last vow

wedding day done

cake’s crumbs,

Listen, grooms:

It begins now.

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Ludovic Bertron via Creative Commons Licence

keeping the peace, with a shotgun

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burn a few petals at a home-made altar

incense rises up

caffeine’s done its job but good

proof’s the dregs in the cup

tribute is silence

creeping around

silent feet, for him

working stiffs

don’t get much sleep

it’s a gift, for him

clock says

{chimes}

it’s two a.m.

the birds and I, we can’t sleep

but we

{chimes}

can keep

the peace for him

at least with a shotgun

disturb a few feathers

and leaves

 

 

image – Mark K.  https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/

librarians, book store clerks, Pam Grout, drawing and creativity, oh my!

Kali, bookstore clerk of destruction!

Latest iteration of my Pam Grout-inspired tarot card, Kali the librarian of destruction!  An improvement on the first efforts, I feel.  I’ll be documenting every stage of the game here, because this version was fun to do, I’m quite happy with it so far and I’ll probably be cocking it up completely at some point!  So she’s currently unfinished – but don’t worry!  She’s completely ‘armless, Guv!

And she’s got a rack on her, cuz I’m rollin’ that way!

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And maybe some of that readiness has to do with Caspar not just being a regular service person, being formally educated, being suitable, being someone liable to be approved by Mack’s parents. Maybe some of it has to do, maybe, with Mack actually having a thing for service people, for slumming if you want to call it that, for being the prince picking the serving wench out of the crowd. Who understands their own motivations, really, when it comes down to it? Who has motives that are perfectly pure?

Maybe some of what Caspar likes is the shiny, handsome TV star, after all. Is he really in a position to judge? Maybe he’s been looking for a white knight, and that’s perhaps a little unrealistic, too much of a weight to put on someone.

But the truth is, Mack wants him, has wanted him, has declared it more than once. Is smiling and warm and pretty damn brave, to do it this way. To do it this way twice.

Caspar wonders if he’s done enough, to deserve somebody like that.

But it doesn’t stop him. He leans forward, right forward, and grabs Mack as Mack grabs him back, and their kiss is loud and deeply un-shy and extremely public. And it’s sweet. It is, undoubtedly, given Mack’s tastes, very sweet indeed, like candy, like cupcakes. So are the cheers, so are the ‘ooh’s and ‘aaah’s. And in the background, whoever it is who’s torturing the piano starts up again.

***

They finish the special birthday cupcakes later, in bed. Mack adores his birthday present. Or rather, all of them. (He gets several, from that kiss onwards.) Mack decides he has a new regular order. In the bed, there are crumbs everywhere.

FIN!

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‘And I would like to thank especially,’ he says, and his voice is a little soft now, so that people at the back are craning visibly to hear it, ‘Caspar here, Caspar Rockalde. Who has brightened our lives since he took over Honey Bunny’s, less than a year ago – who has brightened my life,’ he corrects himself. ‘Who is everyone’s favourite barista and baker and bakery service person,’ he says, smirking at Caspar, and it’s funny how it was an insult coming from Adam, and is an endearment coming from Mack. Especially when he’s dressed up like he is…

‘…and in whose honour I am done up to the nines in my very favourite shade of pink, and I think you will all admit that I look damn fine in it – nearly as fine as Caspar himself!’ Caspar thinks, at this moment, that his cheeks are rather probably as pink as his overall, and is glad to have no mirror handy to check up on that. ‘And to conclude,’ Mack says, ‘and I’m sure you’re all glad to hear that I intend to conclude at all…’ Oh, he gets a slightly snide cheer at that, and everyone laughs. ‘I would like to invite Caspar here to blow my candles out. Hey, cut the smut,’ he advises, sharply, at the whistles that receives. ‘And to ask him to take a look at my cake, and to ask him for the birthday gift he deems appropriate, looking at it.’

Well. No-one ever wants to refuse a request from a birthday boy, now do they? And Mack puts his arm, rather more gently than usually, upon Caspar’s shoulder, and draws him close, to look at the cake. And oh, Caspar sucks in his breath, because they’ve fooled him mightily. This is the cake he oversaw, that much is true enough. But they’ve removed all the little figures, and instead someone has done a rather fancy quick icing job, under the happy birthday. It’s of two mouths, kissing, with not much greater detail than that, but very perfectly done – very beautifully rendered. And he thinks of the cakes he has ready for Mack. Who is standing looking at him with great hopefulness, and has not after all required any gesture of Caspar’s own. But has come for him again, has asked again – in public, again, – has pursued him, again. And it seems like more than enough – that Caspar has asked more than enough, too much, of him already, and Mack has come through, has done enough to win and earn him and more.

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2014

No unauthorised reproductions allowed. All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

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