Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

869 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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180 My Big Fat Book of Life: an Autobiography — Part 2
My autobiography is finished, which is a startling realization. It sits on a dusty shelf of my personal museum, and there's an exhibition--by invitation only.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Breaking the Seal
My past lies viscous Unleashed when pressed upon Squeezed between good and bad A forever-disheveled Rubik's cube Uncapped and unable to be undone
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
179 My Big Fat Book of Life: an Autobiography — Part 1
I reach up to the dusty bookshelf in my museum, its dedicated library that has been opened for me, for a special exhibition--"by invitation only."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
178 — Dear Star Registry...
Dear Registrars, Lovely exotic dancer, Ursula North, my “little dipper,” my “little bear,” is my unrequited love. I know she cares, even if she doesn't treat me like she does all those ogling men with their dollar bills. I need to impress her in an “astronomical” way. Imagine my presenting, instead of dollars or purchasing lap dances, an entire constellation deeded to her (in your registry, copyrighted with the Patent and Trademark Office!).
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
#177 — The Birds and the Bees and the Wasps: a Fable
A male bee and a male wasp were discussing love. "I penetrate the one I love over and over until I see the next person I want," boasted the wasp.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
#176 Nunsuch — Part 2
"If you eat meat on a Friday, that's a mortal sin," said the priest during Religion class. "Who says?" I asked. "The Church says," he replied. "The Church is the direct extension of Jesus."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
175 Nunsuch — Part 1
Catholics call seven the "Age of Reason," when we're old enough to tell right from wrong; to know when a sin's grievous enough to be a mortal sin--bad enough to go to Hell.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Hand-in-Glove
Preventing ease of donning hand-in-glove We wear vambrace against the other's clutch We just can't seem to reinsert our love
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Way Past Forgiveness
I'll never forgive you. And I'll never forget you, either. I'll never accept you. And I'll always perfect you, too. I'll never love you again.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
174 Rap CD in Blue
A failed rapper began handing out his CDs on the street for free, hoping he would gain traction. He had chosen the area of town wisely, so there were many takers.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
173 — Omphaloskepsis
Since conception I've been tethered--codependent on someone. I drag with me my umbilical cord, pulsatile with my life. It begins--on me; but it ends on a clump of receptive tissue seeking purchase of my next attachment.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
#172 — Pyrrhic Victory
The human brain can perform the equivalent of a billion-billion mental operations per second, wielding 20 watts of power. Back in the day, when our town's census had swelled to over 40,000 souls, our theocracy had thrived.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction