redlined openers #1

"What a rich, juicy eye 
you gave me just now!" 

...Is not the first thing to say 
to a girl, woman, man, boy, 
bro, sis, guy, dude, dudette,
prospective dudess, gender-
neutral dude, peep, peer,
guv, "bruvenor" (just no,
say no bruv) son, daughter,
kid or kiddo,

Sunshine, boss, chief or
anyone else you don't
know which of those

they are already! 
To you! I mean
it! 

Not online, 
for real. Not forever,
endlessly always
and for bad sushi's
hot sake never right
now.

It will never "be
the moment" for that
one. Poor line, bad
cast! One huge-flung
cast iron-sharp hook 
hung midair and rusty,
resounding in all ears
here with a can of worms
punched through all 
wiggly on it,
and ew.  

Not anyplace at all 

to try
THAT.

Not that, no
please nope it down.
Vote nope to the big
juicy eye-line, wise
guy or gal, pal or
no-pal. I don't

give a dick in a rich contest 
who you think you are, or what
you've wrongfully accuse yourself
of having "pulled off before." LOSE
IT
LOSER! BAD
CAST

Not any time you
do NOT know
that one

so well
as to surely
tell (surely before,
and correctly after: there's
proved!)

yet how
they'd
("they'd," for simplicity's
sucking fake please, really
you COULD OF found OUT
by now, serious)

react

(liable/reliable)
(no guess, but 
hunch okay if 
your gut's up 
to snuff!) 

to
THAT one.

OK? Look.
It's just a crack
that, honestly, most
untried potential rapport
-bearing surfaces could do
without, on so upfront a running
cannonball leap wannabe
plunger
stunt 

into a 

pool 

so wet 
so limpid- 
deep and lucid-cerulean, 
oh 

uh-oh, 
paint job,  

NOT chlorinated, nor
salt, nor water this dry
concrete surface looks
way too deep a leap
from up here!

Why does life always
go slow-motion at
the worst times,
when a bit of
retrospect
in advance, you
know - foresight
would've been a
better superpower
pick? You know...

Running leaps from sea level
are for chumps anyway. 

Showboat move. Stock in
unrequited trade for the kind
of unworthy sea-seer who can't even
sail aright to port, plus worse: got no
motor-chain,
to yank outboard, got no
anchor chain to weigh, no

oar/either!

And a hole in the mast! 
Climb up top, you'll see. 

I say! Try the diving board
next time! And think of
something else to yell,
maybe,  

across a crowded  
room 
for 

suddenly, two 
plus (+)
any (?) amount of
wildly
deadpan
nonchalant
eavesdroppers, who
-wait

Uh oh, yep show's over,
tell-timer. She's coming
over all smiling perchance
to give me the eye
up-close!

Closer,
cloe

's-her, WHAM!
OW! 

UH! 

OK that did it! You 

-hey, both your eyes 
do it! Well, wow. How you
been then this day? Good 

one? 

Folks, 
it'll never work
that way 
twice 

in a million years, and the 
first slot's took. Sorry

"Because don't"