Untitled: Breathe with me

Apr3

If only I could choose between heaven or hell

To be with you or against

To locked in this room and dream all day

Or stand near the river’s edge

Breathe and live . . .

And possibly take you with me.

First Of . . .

Dec1

It’s the first of the month:

New seasons, new yearnings

New hopes, too many problems

Old loves gone, new lovers to conquer

Last month of the year

Winter brings much to dread

New utility bills adding to the old

Which I haven’t paid yet, but oh, well,

Thank God for welfare checks.

Dead Trees

Sep1

Dead leafless trees

With gnarled fingers reaching

For the heavens, breaching

The Sky King’s kingdom:

What do they seek

How deep

Do their roots reach

And where, pray when the invasion comes

To what end would their damage be?

Blessed Sunday

Aug21

“Have yourself a blessed Sunday!”

Is what I hear from morning till evening

What’s the use of the day being blessed

When night comes and you neglected feeding your stomach?

What good is a day blessed when your thoughts grow wear and troubled

As yesterday and the day before?

Your wife left you, dragging your child along,

Claiming you’re ineffectual

Incapable of nourishing them both;

Your father falls off his stool drunk

Muttering about what life has befallen him;

Your brother neglects you’re alive,

It’s just you alone caring after the wretched, dejected homestead.

Plenty of times you thought of taking your own life,

But you couldn’t—you can’t stand the sight of blood

The night ends eventually, making way for dawn’s approach:

It’s a Monday,

But still your neighbors smile at your misery

Wishing you a blessed Sunday.

Imagine that!

memories of . . .

Apr18

I wasn’t going to write you anymore love songs,

but I know I do still;

I wasn’t going to sing to you no more

But nibble on my earlobe

then tickle my ribs

and you know I will melt for you.

I’m tired, weary and strained

from losing you day after day

this heart needs a home

I wish it was you,

yes, it should have been you.

You say I don’t talk too much

you mentioned that I’d rather play with words

than sing you a lullaby,

but words is all I have

this space, this moment in time,

memories of you and what we once had

is all I have tonight.

I’d like to let you know that my latest book FATHER’S LAND is available as kindle, paperback and hardcover on Amazon.

Goodbye

Dec22

Our time is at an end, my dear.

I’m going to miss you

Even though I wish more than ever to forget you:

You brought me much pain and stress

Once in January, I thought I’d nearly died

Except you had other plans

And brought be back — no escaping this strife

You have been the best that happened to me

Is it love or infatuation

I’m hoping come 31st night I’ll know the answer,

Until then, I’d prefer to say goodbye to you

Now and ever, 2021.

Where Did You Go?

Nov22

Where did you go, my love?
I awoke and reached across to you
but your side of the bed was empty
you left without a kiss, or promise
of when you will return
and I was so horny in need of your cock
leaving me no choice but to ask:
where the fuck did you go?

There was nothing left of you aside from your perfume. You didn’t even bother to drop me a note, letting me know that you had a wonderful time last night. What kind of selfish attitude is that?

Yes, we fucked.

Sure, it was a one-night stand—these sort of things aren’t meant to last—the least thing you could have done was grade me on how much you enjoyed my company before you split.

I’m horny right now, and sure could have used some good fucking dick! You’re so fucking selfish, I wish you were here so I’d hurl my fucking pillow and a tea cup at you. Fucker!

Where’s my fucking wand vibrator, anyway? A good thing I’ve got one of those to keep busy whenever there isn’t a dick available to fuck. Just let me plug the shit in . . . yeah, there we go . . . works like a charm, and it never disappoints. You didn’t disappoint last night, but I’m grading you a capital ‘F’ for the dumb-fuckery you pulled today. If there’s ever a genuine reason for bitches like me to hate asshole men like yourself, this would be it.

I sure won’t mind stopping any random fellow out in the street right now to finish where you left off. If it weren’t for fucking COVID, I’d march back to the bar where we met last night and hope to find someone genuine and capable enough to stretch me out. I’d have him bury his dick and balls inside me, and make sure he bust his nut deep. I had you wear a condom last night, but I’d let him fuck me bareback.

Hell, if Superman flew to my window right now, I’d fuck the ‘S’ out of his chest. See if I won’t!

Uuhhh . . . Uuhhh . . . OOhhhh yeah, the vibrator feels so fucking good on my pussy! You see what you’ve got me doing now? I’m usually not into touching myself, but you know what they say about desperate times.

I bet you wish you were here fucking this pussy, instead of rushing out to wherever. I’ll bet you want to go see some other honey of yours, right? There’s no fucking way you’re gonna me that you left for work—it’s a fucking Saturday!

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