To my loss, I missed volume 2 somehow; having gone back and found, I'm very impressed.

And, because imitation is the sincerest form of flattery:


After work came my love calling

After work came my love calling
with her bright eyes shining
into my tiny room

Two pasta dinners swung low and steaming
hunger runs to their allure

Finer be they than their conveyance
than styrofoam
than plastic bags

Purse at hip came my love calling
watching Ping run around
cleaning my tiny room

Two pasta dinners swung low and steaming
my eye not drawn to their allure:

Finer not they be than their conveyor,
that caring smile,
the honey-shade eyes

which behold an intrusive Doll,
and two men famished long before

two pasta dinners swung low and steaming,
after work came my love calling:

coat 'round shoulders stood she waiting
for my reply, not forthcoming

so muted by her appearance there,
all I could do was stare, and stare,
as saddened, my love departed.

Two hearts swung low by my baka silence,
mine joined to hers even though departed.

-_Quinn

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