The Late District or/ Modern Standards

                         1)   In the late district, we yield our stale heads to myriad land-sweeping surface amphibians. Our tongues curl repulsively beyond the border. Our netted garments speak volumes of immoral phrases and verses. Cursive Victorians sway mildly below floorboards of swamp infested dormitories, resting subtly.., then  perpendicular, to narrow heat- stroking equators.
                          Reptilian at best, however now deceased. She looks toward her vulnerable toes, now wrapped in a shawl, her shoulders are narrow and mean, then onto the blue horizon. Her thighs penetrate the prince's mind, somewhere in the fortitude of his lengthy endeavors. A lustful descendant of a promiscuous monarchy. He captures a mouth- watering computer framed interval. A currency of wine and hyacinths.He strolls the common grounds, then exits through the garden gate. Oh the young prince, the naive prince, with a cruel and masturbating demeanor, he then gently places his index finger up through the hole of his anus
                         The princess wears violet in the morning on Sundays. Over the courtyard breakfast table, the early exchanging of toasts and tea. Father and Mother, domesticated pets and fish-net stockings. A game of footsies being played by the prince and his half-sister Margaret. The family bathes together in the neighboring fountain, A tropical sibling delight. A quite enjoyable daytime fantasy that favors the prince, with his queer standards of normalcy.
                   
                               2)  Up through the great northern Appalachians, the silky highway unravels,  beyond the vast perimeter of silence and vision. Motoring on cruise control, a drunken tourist screams through the top of her lungs "Oh Fuck Me, Fuck Me Amadeus".
                      
                                3) Her clothes lay moist on a freshly sheeted mattress. The couple had just returned home from the beach. A weekend on the island. She hated the way that suntan lotion made her whole suitcase smell.
Her husband walks out of their bedroom bathroom wearing nothing but his socks. "Put some clothes on will ya?, ", she snarls, "I had enough for the rest of my life, I guess you haven't"