there is black,
just inches from you.

you want her.
you feel her hard, coldness.
you know here.
you have felt her before, when you played…
the thing you played when you were just sad.
So now you remember her and the posibilities movie through
your mind like cheese in your mouth.
like fish fried and consumed in your…..mouth.
you mouth, but NOW
we have business.
Shall we die tonight because things have moved SOUTH
(i hate that term and I will address it but not now.

I want to live.
I want to be pleased,
but they may not be able to exquisite together.

now what do I do.



I’m not interested in committing suicide. Let me just get that out of the way.


This life is getting so very ridiculous, I am not sure why I am here.

I reconnected with two of my three children after a lifetime of being an ass, and they are not all that pleased.

I made a connection with my youngest daughter and she is really not interested.

Those three where 75% of why I stayed alive.

So the reason to live is short now, and it just feels ridiculous.

The feeling of love and interest is slow to never.

The orgasms are less.

So what keeps me breathing?

I mean really.


flying through this dusty wind
trying to find a safe place to land.
i’ve dirtied so much
Can’t find a fan, a safe place for the man.

sadness grinds at me like
the tire on my old car,
an old man, in an old bar
you know what that’s like?

straightening my glasses and posting the last thing, on my thing
blasted favorites
they are not more than me.

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