Living alone, I want the touch of a man. But the bars are all closed, or filled with old men just having a drink. They are filled qith married couples, and no one trusts a stranger: covid makes everyone hide. But are there orgies, where everyone is certified covid free? I mean, just a fewContinue reading “But there’s no orgies….”
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I never knew….a poem
Detroit, where everyone was econocally free and the towers stood proud and free, Where people could work for themselves to express their passions,and such worries a silly sitcom. Racism didn’t exist and healthcare was free. HIV wasn’t heard of because it was cured inthe 70’s likePolio in the 50’s. I visited the moontwice: on businessContinue reading “I never knew….a poem”
….through divine eyes…., a poem.
So, which is it? The chicken or the egg? Before you can observe it, what is the state of a molecule? Goddess knows, (or if you want, God), She sits back and watches not the molecule but humans to see actions and reactions. I know not what She sees, I only knows She watches me,Continue reading “….through divine eyes…., a poem.”
Enemy?
At the age 12,I ws told by mybest friendthat I was theantichrist. This frightened me,!nd made me laugh. Frightened,that I was evil,and would go hell. But I laughed, I did several things. Me the antichrist? Shoot! I couldn’t evendefend myselfagainst the neighborhoodbullies the Heislers,who made me run. And my souland spirit my own…. ….free….
11.19.2020
Been wondering how to help a certain fog slowly boiling in a pot of water. When I look at the fog, it’s eyes are glazed and far off, and it appears its consciousness is not at home. I’m the fog, along with 7.8 billion other fogs. We work, (some of us), we starve, (again, someContinue reading “11.19.2020”
Quality, poem
To die in bed at a hundred…. …is it better even though you really never lived? sleeping behind a bush in Balboa Park or behind a bush on University? Is having never fought a battle good? Pampered Princes talking Wall Street or suburbanites being cool not serving while waving the flag. ….is it better whenContinue reading “Quality, poem”
An Affinity, poem
Why? Why is it that I see from the eyes of the homeless, of wants and needs, in a land of plenty. Maybe some were middle class, and others have nots, values of the American dream were over inflated the value for some, empty…. Or maybe an desperate need of freedom from society. I don’tContinue reading “An Affinity, poem”
Don’t eat crow!
I was starving, wet and cold walking down a road. I found a dead crow a couple of days old. It smelled, but I ate it anyway, then threw it back up. Eating crow, don’t do it. May not be good for stomach or soul.
5th and Broadway
Made a light post my home, leaning against it in lingerie or fishnets, seein’ all yah folks go by intent on your business some smile and say hello some ask my rate. others with rudeness shun me, and ask me to repent. what I do, I would do for free, but how else would aContinue reading “5th and Broadway”
Dust
Once, twice and maybe a score, I gave my heart…. None were malicious, But somehow, Inexplicably, They would, Drop my heart, Which shattered, Then, On the floor, They’d grind their heels Into the pieces, ‘Til all that was left Was dust…. I’ve put it back together, But it went slowly Using a microscope, Matching grainContinue reading “Dust”
Liferaft in the Abyss 