Sunday, August 31, 2025

This will have to do for now...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm dealing
with diverticulitis.
Not fun.
I'll be back
when I feel better.

Tuesday, August 26, 2025

tête-à-tête...

It used to be
-no it wasn't-
what we wanted it to be
-never had a chance-
seemed a perfect match
-doomed from the start-
it's fine
-never mind-
'til we meet again
-wipe your tears-




Saturday, August 23, 2025

taken away by a Storm...

There is only one first time.

Mine was in college when I was 21.

It began at a frat party. No doubt drinking was involved.
Back then I was an even cheaper drunk than I am now.
One bottle of Stroh's got me a nice buzz.  Second bottle
got me drunk-ish. If there was a third bottle, I needed help
getting back to my dorm room to find the bathroom.
'Cuz I was gonna puke.

aaanyway...lots of the details are missing from memory but
here is the gist:

Somehow, he and I ended up at his apartment off-campus.
Foreplay? What's that?
I don't remember clothes coming off but they did, somehow.
I honestly had no idea what was going to happen.

It happened quickly. It was disappointing because the only thing
I felt was a sharp pain. Cherry popped.
When he was done he said, "You are taking the pill, right?"
When I stuttered, "uh, no." His eyes got very large and he said,
"I'll walk you back to your dorm."
I had trouble keeping up because he was walking so fast.
I never saw him again.

The next "encounter" I had was much nicer. That man knew what
he was doing and helped me learn the right way. Believe it or not,
the nice man and I are still friends 50+ years later.

To Storm Murray, if you're still out there, I hope you got better with practice.

I know did.
 

Thursday, August 21, 2025

The end...

How many marbles
are we supposed to have?
A handful?
A headful?
A mouthful?
I can't find mine.
Anywhere.
Not in the closet.
Not under the bed.
Not out on the sidewalk
where I played with them last.
Did they roll away
or did you hide them?
It's your fault
I lost them.
It's your fault
I'm sad.
You don't have to admit it.
I know what I know.
Playtime is over.
You need to go.