January 9, 2013

January 3, 2013

December 30, 2012

  • Leisure

    Her blue eyes were almost translucent

    Certainly to her.

    She saw the world differently.

     

    Her frame was fragile

    And her life hung by a thread

    Threatened by her own destruction.

     

    Her life seemed out of control.

    No job, boring school,

    No direction or desire.

     

    She had no one

    Who really understood her.

    Or who heard her cries for help.

     

    The shadows in her mind

    Haunted her, followed her

    Wherever she went.

     

    The goblins and voices

    Never left her alone.

    She was alone most of the time.

     

    * * * *

    Ah, the days of leisure

    To do whatever we want

    Or nothing.

     

    A hundred years ago

    Our children would be working

    In order for us all to live.

     

    Every hand was necessary

    For survival.  To eat every day.

    The family above all else.

     

    Different values, they say.

    Teen suicide rates are up.

    Leisure. Loneliness. No purpose.

     

    What to do?

    When you’re bored with

    Leisure.

December 28, 2012

December 15, 2012

  • Rolling Over

    I always take my cock to bed

    Ready to raise its bulbous head.

    Hoping you respond to my snuggle hug.

    The feel of your skin in my caressing hand

    Brings bawdy blood to my body love,

    Bobbing against your bottom.

    “I’m so tired,” you say.

     

    I must roll over to slow the ballooning.

    End contact with the sensual inspiration

    Of your skin.  I have to withdraw.

    Not rejecting just protecting.

    Another day, I pray.

December 9, 2012

December 6, 2012

December 2, 2012

November 27, 2012

November 24, 2012

  • Progress in China

    When an old couple refused to sell their house to the government so that they could build a road, the Chinese government built the road around their house.  The elderly couple says the remuneration offered was insufficient to rebuild somewhere else.