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I'm back after a long sequester which include me falling in love with painting, graduating, getting promoted, and enjoying life. I've got some time now, and I can't promise to be back all the time. But I want to bring up Shells and Barrels again. I just need to read it to get me up to speed. Mario, you scamp, what have you been up to?

Gazing in Twilight

As the moon sets over your lovely eyes, they close for tonight
And even though your features shadowed, you still are a sight.
You features delicate, your breathing slow,
The most relaxed angel that I've ever known
And now you're here with in my arms, out of harm's way.
When twilight comes and darkness with, peace settles over us.
Gone now are the thoughts we had pertaining to our lust.
The only thing there is sense of our love
While we listen to quiet prayers of angels above
We lay and quietly doze, out of the snow's cold.
I lay and stare at you beautiful face; I start to drift myself
And I dream a dream I often do where I am devoid of wealth.
But since I have you, I don't care
I think of only where WE go from there
The two that are one, the moon and the sun in one sky.

The Ending is Always Better than the Midway.

Flashing lights caress already dulled corneas
And you lay in my quivering arms
The rides have all squealed to shuddering deaths
And the sugary fluff sitting deep in my bowels
Is doing me no possible end of harm.

The workers shuffle around our steps
Avoiding all forms of eye contact and touch
While you look up at me, eyes glazed with a full day
Of scraping metal, children, and dirt paths
Of candy, slick popcorn, and other such.

The exit comes quickly, more than night had seemed
While keys fished out of my pocket cease their digging
The dirt clouds formed by my dragging soles
Fade up into the damp air
As we linger our thoughts on an optimistic beginning.

Where was the deep fried batter coated paper plates
And the friends that said they be there?
The ending is always nicer than the midway,
Especially when the clowns are present
A better time could be had at the fair.

Michael Wayne LeBlanc