I won’t do that
again after having just
done it again again
what is it about
again what gripping hold
does again have on
me that when again
pops its head up
I look and consider
when I should look
away run the other
direction shield my eyes
from Medusa’s curiosity dead
for after again comes
the bitter gagging guilt
and my now well
known and often recited
and no longer believed
that I will never
but always will do
that ever again again
Category: Creativity
Hookup
Suddenly things became important
what was wasn’t enough
there was a need
to know more now
names ages and jobs
suddenly all became relevant
making me wonder why
why now not just
now but right now
when before before when
desires flame was ignited
by fantasy and expectation
it never even mattered
now maybe I thought
that behind his eyes
which looked into mine
we might be thinking
there might be something
more than this hour
this one small hour
one small insignificant hour
HowIHadToDo
I had finally realized
that the ground beneath
my feet was barren
incapable of bearing fruit
so I laid waste
to everyone I knew
marched to the bridges
connecting me to them
and set them ablaze
next it was fields
and finally my home
It was then I
knew that everything I’d
known was finally gone
enriching the earth itself
preparing it and me
for the next harvest
Promises
At this my long
in the tooth phase
I know that plans
and promises are as
unlikely to be kept
as an explorer spinning
a tale in order
to receive favor from
his king boasting of
a brave new world
Sometimes people do stay
true pointing to their
horizons but those are
likely only the adventurers
and the truly courageous
Mice
Sitting here drinking coffee
waiting for someone to
come over a lad
who had been drinking
in need of some
cuddle time I’m not
changing my morning routine
for unlike birds migrating
and following same certain
routes gay men are
about as likely to
ever arrive as the
infamous three blind mice
