A Not So Stealthy Bomber
My dear Pinky Pink Pink,
I find no comedy in your poetry. What I do find Pinky, is warmth, sensuality and reverence for which I endeavor to relate in return, with the greatest of respect. I'm not one who belabors singular, generic applause.
You and I both know the 'reality' and the 'unreality' of poetry forums. I myself started posting on a single page site nearly 20 years ago. My background is broad ranging from radio, television, music and premeditated mayhem. I'm an ex-Marine with 3 tours in Vietnam under my belt and live and love as though yesterday never happened.
I change monikers here every now and again to try and get past the "status quo" and it's no secret to anyone here what those monikers are.
You're an exceptional poetess Pinky (or poet if you prefer) and I admire your expressions immensely. Take no offense I beg of you, I just like to be playful. I'll be gone soon enough and likely return as yet another screwball...or maybe not.
I might be a girl again, that was fun! Or a tall, dark stranger. Sometimes I appear at just the right time. Other times at the wrong time.
At any rate my dear Pinky, I'm 'up to nothing' yet always 'up to something'.
I'm tight in my relationship and she's just a few steps from me even as I key all this in. She knows I just like to have fun. That's what I'd like you to know too because I know you like to have fun as well.
Just thought you'd like to know something more about 'Phineas', Pinky. If you didn't, then why are you still reading this?
No matter who I am today.
Just out looking for the real me...