JB

She didn't look at me
She didn't care about me
Not really
Tango and Tease
Alarmingly Aloof
She treated me with dispose
Not caring but not uncaring
Involved but unattached
She was finished with me before I could think more
I was her memory
Before she could even fully become
My present

-RTB

The Mistress of Diamonds and Mystery

The bayonet in her hand reflected the moon upon her body like the mistress of mysterious misanthropy that she was. The blood in my bones ran as cold as the memories of my frozen December youth. My cigarette clung to my lips like a suicide jumper without cause. I twisted my head towards Devandara and looked at the bag of diamonds she held. “Where did you get those” I queried her, struggling to maintain my gaze on her gun and not the maid’s uniform her bosom was squeezed into. “These are the diamonds I stole from the corpse of my dead husband” she laughed, snarling at me every so slightly. I gently took Moses, my parrot, off my shoulder, fed him a piece of gum, and put him back in my breast pocket. I could tell, this would be no easy case. 

-RTB, My entry into the Bored to Death Worst Opening Paragraph Contest.

I'm Still Here

I gave her my memories, all of them. Every one I could have ever had the energy to make, I had made with her. But she took them all when she left. And stranded me with just... with just a pile of sand where our castle had been. And I found myself wanting. For the person she once made me be. But I could barely remember him. Because with my memories went my hope. And with my hope went my possibilities. She had it all. And with all of that she had me. Except she didn't want me, not anymore.

-RTB Entry into the Spike Jonze 100 Words or Less Contest

Hunger

Our desire to consume has outpaced our desire to create.

-RTB

In it

committed to it

hard and fast like lighning

without returns

without turns

without anything but forward

endless

ceaseless

comitted

without committing

just resigned

controlled by the lack of control

committed by virtue of resignation

involved viscerally

internally

carnally

in it

in it

in it  

all the way

everything for it

and nothing left

for me

-RTB

Yes

When I thought of you
It was never bad
Never sad
Stronger than a passing fad

And if its true
(Cuz I've known a few)
You are someone from who
I'd love to hear
"I do"

-RTB

The Gza

I find my strength in lyrics
I find my stride in rhyme
But the time it takes to find these things
Leaves me short on time

Because rhyme in stride brings no cash
It doesn't pay the bills
I can't cover utilities
With the hope of promised thrills

-RTB