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Microsoft How I Hate You
For thirty years I have had the Microsoft blues
For thirty years I have had a love hate relationship
With my damn computer
I love it when it works as it advertised
I love it when the internet is fast and furious
I love it when my emails work
My Itunes work and my word works
But all too often
All I get is grief
It starts with the error messages
Written in a strange haiku like language
That only computer geeks understand
Things like
General Failure reading disk drive
Begs the question who is this General Failure
And why is he reading my disk drive anyway?
Or my favorite
“Not responding” as the computer freezes up
For no apparent reason
Other than to fuck with my head
Sometimes my computer can’t find a printer
A printer that is connected to the computer
And one that they found five minutes ago
And the dreaded blue screen of death
That appears randomly
Dumping memory somewhere
And killing my computer slowly
As I watch in real time
Powerless to stop
How it eats all my work
That I have failed to back up
One day I counted how many times
I ran into computer errors
70 percent of the time when I open Microsoft
Something goes wrong
Sometimes I want to shoot my computer
Put it out of its misery
As I curse up a blue storm
The computer looks at me
With an evil grin
It continues to fuck with my head
Nothing but silence from it
And all the other computers in the world
They smile knowing that they have tortured me
Yet again
Mission accomplished.
Computer Blues (revised)
Sometimes I think
My computer is plotting against me
And only me
Trying deliberately to drive me mad
My computer knows when I am busy
Then it throws a hissy fit
Refuses to boot up
Crashes constantly
Looses data that it had the day before
Or five minutes before
Or refuses to save the data
Just fucks with me
As it loves toying with me
Making me yell and scream
At my damn computer screen
Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses
As the blue screen of death
Marches across the dark blue screen
Smiling at me
As I beg it
To do what
it is supposed to do
Just once I beg it
Do what you are supposed to
Open the document once
Not twenty times
Do not not respond
In endless loops of opening
Not responding refusing to close
Until I respond to the error code
Please Mr. Computer
Quit playing games
Play my music
Don’t wipe out the sound
On the fifth attempt to play music
Don’t take an half hour to load Microsoft products
Don’t freeze up on opening ITUNES or Groove or Spotify
Don’t give me computer haiku error messages
That only make sense to computer geeks
Such as general error reading files
Who the ***** is this damn general
And why is NSA reading my files
Or can’t save the file
Or can’t save the an open file
When it just did ten times in a role
And in Microsoft excel
Refusing to move the cursor
Just freezing in place for a moment
And all the other gobblygook messages
That pop up every five minutes it seems
As the computer slowly drives me mad
Do what you are supposed to do
That is all I ask of you
More Computer Blues
Sometimes I think
My computer is plotting against me
Trying deliberately to drive me mad
My computer knows when I am busy
Then it throws a hissy fit
Refuses to boot up
Crashes constantly
Looses data that it had the day before
Just fucks with me
As it loves toying with me
Making me yell and scream
At my damn TV
Smiling at me
As I beg it
To do what
it is supposed to do
Prayer for Computer (send to Microsoft)
Every morning
I start my day
Cursing my damn computer
Been doing this for 30 some years
Since I bought my first computer
The Atari back in the 80’s
There is always something
Once I spilled coffee
On my first computer
The screen fizzled
Then green 666 appears
Endless repetition
Of the evil number from revelations
Freaked me out
It was 1984 after all
Was my computer making a political point?
Then of course
Endless blue screens of death
Fatal error reading disk drive
And my favorite computer error haiku
General Failure Reading Disk Drive
Begging the unanswerable question
Who is this General Failure
And why is he reading my disk drive
Years ago a computer techie
Told me the secret
that they don’t want you to know
99% of computer problems
Can be solved by rebooting
And 99% of the time
No one knows what went wrong
Or how to fix it
And so it goes and goes
Endless computer meltdowns
Mostly harmless
A couple of malware incidents
Once my computer was possessed
By evil malware that kept opening
And once I had an early version
Of ransom wear
My computer warned me
A dangerous virus had infected
My computer
Pay us money to fix it now
Had to take my computer to the shop
Reformate the hard drive
To remove that computer bug
But once my computer just died
Loosing half my recent data
Just because it wanted to
No reason given
So today instead of cursing up a blue storm
Of my own personal blue screen of death
I offer this short prayer to the computer gods
Today just for today
When I turn you on
I want you to do what you are supposed to do
Everything works
Everything is fast
And no more damn computer error haiku
Just do your fucking job
icrosoft How I Hate You
For thirty years I have had the Microsoft blues
For thirty years I have had a love hate relationship
With my damn computer
I love it when it works as it advertised
I love it when the internet is fast and furious
I love it when my emails work
My Itunes work and my word works
But all too often
All I get is grief
It starts with the error messages
Written in a strange haiku like language
That only computer geeks understand
Things like
General Failure reading disk drive
Begs the question who is this General Failure
And why is he reading my disk drive anyway?
Or my favorite
“Not responding” as the computer freezes up
For no apparent reason
Other than to fuck with my head
Sometimes my computer can’t find a printer
A printer that is connected to the computer
And one that they found five minutes ago
And the dreaded blue screen of death
That appears randomly
Dumping memory somewhere
And killing my computer slowly
As I watch in real time
Powerless to stop
How it eats all my work
That I have failed to back up
One day I counted how many times
I ran into computer errors
70 percent of the time when I open Microsoft
Something goes wrong
Sometimes I want to shoot my computer
Put it out of its misery
As I curse up a blue storm
The computer looks at me
With an evil grin
It continues to fuck with my head
Nothing but silence from it
And all the other computers in the world
They smile knowing that they have tortured me
Yet again
Mission accomplished.
Computer Blues (revised)
Sometimes I think
My computer is plotting against me
And only me
Trying deliberately to drive me mad
My computer knows when I am busy
Then it throws a hissy fit
Refuses to boot up
Crashes constantly
Looses data that it had the day before
Or five minutes before
Or refuses to save the data
Just fucks with me
As it loves toying with me
Making me yell and scream
At my damn computer screen
Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses
As the blue screen of death
Marches across the dark blue screen
Smiling at me
As I beg it
To do what
it is supposed to do
Just once I beg it
Do what you are supposed to
Open the document once
Not twenty times
Do not not respond
In endless loops of opening
Not responding refusing to close
Until I respond to the error code
Please Mr. Computer
Quit playing games
Play my music
Don’t wipe out the sound
On the fifth attempt to play music
Don’t take an half hour to load Microsoft products
Don’t freeze up on opening ITUNES or Groove or Spotify
Don’t give me computer haiku error messages
That only make sense to computer geeks
Such as general error reading files
Who the ***** is this damn general
And why is NSA reading my files
Or can’t save the file
Or can’t save the an open file
When it just did ten times in a role
And in Microsoft excel
Refusing to move the cursor
Just freezing in place for a moment
And all the other gobblygook messages
That pop up every five minutes it seems
As the computer slowly drives me mad
Flashing the final insult
User driven mad
Mission accomplished
Lost Soul
She lost her best friend
when she was seven years old
she fled the war
with her siblings
and her mother
and her best friend Teddy
as she fled the war
she got swept up
in the endless battles
and got separated
just her and Teddy remained
as she crossed the desert alone
in the middle of the night
La Immigration
grabbed her
and took her way
and Teddy lost his life
tossed aside
in a trash can
by a heartless immigration agent
who did not give a damn
that he was destroying her life
as she cried out
Teddy was no more
and she was thrown into the cage
and become just another
one of the endless victims
of the endless war
My Heart is in Your Hands
My love
My heart belongs to you
And is in your hands
As you look at me
And as I slowly dissolve
Into the ocean of your love
Disappearing into you
And you into me
And all that I am
And all I will become
Is my love for you
That you hold in your hands
worlds unending
One day
I was alone
in my lonely author’s studio
starting at the globe
spinning silently in the room
Imagining other worlds
other possibilities
when the globe stopped spinning
and images appeared
of other worlds
other places
and I was drawn into the globe
and found myself
in ancient Narnia
walking the realm
searching for the fabled lion
Aslan was waiting
and I was late
then I found myself
in the world between worlds
looking down
on all of the known universe
wondering where did I belong
and looked up
and saw my lunch calling me
back to my humble studio
and thus ended my day
traveling the worlds beyond
imagination
all lost in the space
in my cosmic head
Climbing the Mountain
climbing the mountain
heading to heaven
seeking sanshin
the spirit of the mountain
as I reach the cosmic peak
wondering what does it all mean
nothing but the silent sunrise
is an answer
Coffee Desires
I like my coffee
Like I like my women
Dark and Hot as hell,
Yet delightfully heavenly sweet
As heaven itself
My daily hot coffee fix
Sends Me to Heaven
then Crashes into Hell
Coffee is my last legal vice
It is a drug
That does what a drug should do
Gets me going
Flying me high
Into the sky
And coffee
Makes the world go round
As we fall under its spell
And become its slave
Needing our daily fix
Barbados Dreaming
on a windy cold damn day
in the winter months
my thoughts are draw
to my secret winter hideaway
Barbados
my lovely secret happy place
and I dream of the beaches
the sun and moon
dancing on the water
and the endless rounds
of rum afterward
and I am happy
and free
splashing in the warm waters
without a care in the world
Barbados calling me
on a winter’s night
and I must heed the call
before I go mad
with the snow and the cold
and the madness all around
Barbados is calling
and I must go
here there be Dragons
Here there be Dragons
Traveling in the ends of the world
on an epic voyage
to the back and beyond
we enter the dreaded
forbidden seas
that lie at the end of the world
here there be dragons
the old salty sailors
warn each other
over their rum
in the last bar
in the known universe
headless of their claims
we sail on into the unknown
entering the forbidden oceans
and then we see them
the dragons of doom
they surround the ship
tormenting us
with their evil cries
as they dive the ship
picking us one by one
and we sail into the cursed sea
one by one the dragons
pick us off
until I am the last man
raindrops of doom
the raindrops of doom
falls slowly to the ground
along the way
accumulating acid
and other poisons
as it falls towards the earth
becoming ever more deadly
as birds fly in and out
the raindrops of doom
do not care
as they fall to their death
raining death
from afar
all part of God’s plan
God commands the rain
and the raindrops of doom
fall to the ground
killing everyone they encounter
on the last day
of the planet earth
The Cherub of True Love
37 years ago
the cherub of love
was flying around the world
looking for love
in all the wrong places
hoping to bestow
his special gift
of true love
and the cherub of love
saw me
and my wife
yet to be
and he decided
we were it
for that’s day’s qouta
He was far behind
as he usually was
so he sprung his arrow
of love
straight through my heart
infecting me with instant love
and desire
and smiled
as the arrow of love
went in deep
and saw my wife
and infected her as well
mission accomplished
he returned to heaven
happy
as he saw true love
blossom in our hearts
The Indian’s Revenge
Sitting in the land of lost souls
In the casino of the dammed
Watching all the pathetic losers
Seduced by the spinning lights
The constant small payoffs
And the constant noise
And fake almost hit it
Nonsense
Watching the fools
Have their money
Taken by the unfeeling machines
Of the devil
Watching the old
Drain away their pensions
And the young their hard-earned dollars
Then I win 70 dollars
And felt that I won
Had cheated the evil system
But the casino monsters
Smiled and laughed
Knowing that I would be back
And all the other suckers
Just another victim
Another night in an Indian Casino
Truly the Indian’s revenge
On the white man
For stealing their land
And their wealth
As they extract their revenge
one slot machine pull after another
one roulette spin after another
one craps shot after another
one poker game after another
Until the ends of time
And we all are called to account
last women in the world
I am the last women in the world
Everyone else
has been taken over
by the evil others
body snatchers
that had arrived
and taken over
everyone
one by one
and everyone was gone
and I was all alone
in a crowd filled with strangers
all of them
not a single real human being
left alive
and I wander the crowds
looking for someone
someone that is still human
hoping that I am not
the last woman on earth
Last Woman on Earth
The last woman on earth
Stands in a deep forest
Contemplating the end of the world
The end of civilization
The end of time itself
She stares out at the dark forest
Watching the world reclaim itself
Watching mankind fade away into dust
The last woman in the world
Clutches her bible against her chest
Wondering why God had forsaken her
She screams out to God
But no answer
Only the silence of the wilderness
And the silence in her heart
The end of the world
Came over night
Only she survived the final bio plague
She fled the crumbling ruins of the city
Sought refuge in the forest
And found she could not die
And she wanders the world
Looking for survivors
And so the world ends
And mankind fades away
the grim reaper
the grim reaper
is late
he is behind his quota
so he unleashes
the ravens of death
the ravens of despair
the ravens of madness
they spread out
all over the world
infecting all
with madness
as the world descends
consumed by hate
the grim reaper
smiles his sardonic grin
thinking of all the souls
he will harvest that day
as he carries out
the mandate
of his satanic majesty
The House of the Damned
deep in the woods
in the swamps of the deepest bayou
lies an old abandoned cabin
few have ever visited
it looks long abandoned
but there are stories
legends
of a creature
from beyond time itself
who lives deep in the swamp
devouring everything he comes across
But he hungers for human flesh
once in a while
he keeps a human slave
who goes into town
and drums up business
for his master
the hunters are recruited
and they are brought to the house
where they are commissioned
to go into the woods
and hunt down prisoners
and shoot them dead
and bring back the bodies
for the bounty
and the hunt is on
and the prisoners are caught
and the monster of the deep swamps
has a feast
and the hunters
are added to the fire
a few are left alive
zombies under his control
and so the house of the dead
continues to haunt
the deep swamps
- searching for God
a homeless man
camped out
on the streets
of any city
just another broken down soul
looking for something
and then I see him
painting the face of God
on the ground
and I know
that God is everywhere
and sometimes
only the down and out
can see and feel God
The rest of us
are blind to the divine
ancient Gods Strike Back
The ancient gods get together
and look at the modern world
and they are not happy at all
they debated endlessly what to do
how are they going to come
to life
to rule the world again
Trident the god of the sea and storms
storms out of the conference
and announces
that he is going to destroy the world
with the mother of all storms
and be beings churning up the sea
unleashing storm after storm
destroy coastal towns worldwide
and Zeus goes on TV
reveals themselves
and say that the storms
will end
only when mankind submits
and let the old gods return
SLEAZE
Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze
Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze
Nothing but Sleaze
Surrounds me 24/7
S
L
E
A
Z
E
Led by the Sleaze King
King Donald Trump
the one true sleaze King
The Sleaze King from TV
Are we doomed to live
In a world run by sleaze kings
And ruled by sleaze values
Are we addicted to sleaze
And need our sleaze fix daily
As we turn on the sleaze TV
And see nothing but sleaze
Oozing out of our TV sets?
SLEAZE
Sleaze surrounds us 24/7
Lots of sleaze on the TV
Everywhere we go nothing but sleaze
All the time 24/7 sleaze rules the air
Zappa had it right calling it the slime
Everything is nothing but slime oozing out of our TV’s
God is in his cosmic control room
The ultimate situation room
Where here he watches over mankind 24/7
One day he reads
About Korean protesters
Protesting the operation of Emergency helicopters
Because they’re too noisy
they stir up dust
and damage their properties
And are just inconvenient as hell
just too bloody inconvenient
the protestors are demanding
that the helicopters be grounded
Disregarding the fact
That they save lives
Given the hellish Korean traffic conditions
God is furious at the callous attitude
The casual disregard for human life
And the pettiness of the protesters
He calls up his chief angels
And reads them the recent articles
All of the angels
Are furious at the callous attitudes of the protesters
God calls the grim reaper
His contractor who handles the details of death
God says I have a commission for you
The Grim reaper had read the article
As he too monitor the world 24/7
He laughs
and says I know what to do
Obviously they all have to die
In an horrific accident
and can’t get to the hospital in time
Because they are stuck in traffic
Now you’re talking God said
But I want you to break protocol
Just before they die show up
And explain to them why
They are about to die
That would be poetic justice God said
And you know I’m all about that
Everyone laughs
God has a sense of humor after all
The grim reaper mordantly salutes the boss
And goes about his grim task
three cats ready to go
three cats
at play
they look out at the world
and they are ready
they are born hunters
they are hungry
they are restless
and they want
to escape
from the house
to chase birds
squirrels
and other cats
That’s the cat’s life after all
they tolerate us humans
only because we feed them
But at heart
they are wild things
and wild things
need to be free
Poems
Dream 7177 Moonlight over the Eastern Sea
The bloody red light
of the full moon
Casts a mournful red light
Over the silver waives
dancing in the sea
heading to the shore
I sit high inside
the sky apartment
looking down at the silver sea
And the reflection of the bloody red moon
Dancing on silver waves
I look at the man in the moon
Wondering If he thinks of me
as the man in the earth
I wonder what does he think of me
Does he think of me at all?
Am I nothing to him ?
Does he even exist?
And I am so overcome by the urge
To run into the silver waves of the ocean
Howling at the moon’s reflection
And as I sink beneath the waves
I hope the moon maidens
Will fly down from the moon
to rescue me from my lunacy
Dream 7178 Sun Rise Over the Eastern Sea
The sun rises
On the eastern sea
Illuminating everything with its orange glow
As the sun rises in east
It salutes his sister the moon
The moon turns blue
and sinks beneath the silver waves
As I looked at the sunrise
I’m filled with the light and hope
And the baleful light of the lunatic moon
Fades away
Nothing but a remnant of the nightmare of the night before
I recall meeting the dancing moon maidens
Who danced upon the silver waves
All is well
The sun says to me
As I wake up to face my fate
Dream 7179 Cat thought
Watching the black cat
Who lives underneath the building
Slinking about
looking for something to kill
I am reminded once again the cats
are not our friends
as I stare at him
an alien invader
From another planet
Dream 7180 Mysterious Cat looking at me
As I look out
At the parking lot
I see a black cat
looking at me with dark soulful eyes
filled with mysterious secrets
I wondered
What the cat
thinks of me?
The cat looks at me
With a mysterious grin
The cat smiles at me
Like the Cheshire cat
He smiles
and runs away into the bushes
Dream 7181 Coffee thoughts
I enjoy my morning coffee
listening to jazz
while watching the early morning sunlight
Dancing off the waves of the eastern sea
Dream 7182 Coffee how I love thee
I love my coffee
everyday I drink it delicious brew
Falling under its influence
As it wakes me up
Everything seems well
As I drink my coffee
As my thoughts comes bubbling up
dreaming of another
Cup of coffee
Dream 7183 Coffee Transports me to another world
As I drink my morning
Cup of coffee
I am transported to another world
far far away
dreaming dark dreams
Of what might have
I am lost in my
cup of coffee
heaven and hell
in my cup of coffee
Dream 7184 Dispelling the demons of the night
as the sun rises over the east sea.
the dark dangerous demons of my dreams
The wild things
are banished
to the dark corners
of my mind
until the midnight hour
Comes again
And the wild demons of the night
escape from the dark corners
in the my mind
Only to fade away
With the dawning of the light
Dream 7185 Another Mass shooting
In the early morning light
I hear the Morning News
Another mass shooting event
Somewhere everywhere it seems
there is more trouble every day
According to the news reports
Another nut case with a gun on
just wants to do you in
because he does not like the color of your skin
or the religion you follow
The neo-nazi demon
Went into the Jewish center
yelling all Jews must die
before killing Jews left and right
In the age of Trump
Nazism and fascism
Have come back
Inspired by their leader
The great Donald Trump
Erotic Poetry
Dream 341 Dangerous Eyes (Male)
A man with dangerous soulful seductive blue eyes
Is my fatal attraction
Works everytime he looks at me
With those dangerous seductive blue eyes
Starting at me
Eyeing each part of my body
As he slowly eye fucks to death
Lingering on my boobs as he imagines
His cock deep inside my cleavage
Cumming all over my boobs
Then he looks at my pussy
Imagining eating me alive
Until I cum for him
Then he flips over
And imagines my ass
Calling out to me
Impaling me with his huge cock
Fucking the shit out of me
Until he cums
In a shuddering earth shattering orgasm
All of this he shows me
With his long soulful glances
And I fall under his spell
Once again
Losing all control
Under his seductive glances
Dream 342 Dangerous Eyes (female)
A women with dark black seductive soulful eyes
Is my fatal attraction
As she looks at me with her intense stare
As she mentally undresses me
As she eye fucks me
Imagining me inside her
Imagining taking me in her mouth
And sucking the life out of me
And then making me do it again and again
Fucking her boobs
Fucking her pussy
Fucking her ass
Over and over again and again
All of this conveyed
In her soulful dark eyes
As she welcomes me into her embrace
To start the dance of sexual surrender
And I fall deep into her spell
As she continues to star at me
With those dangerous eyes
Dream 343 Dangerous Boobs
A bosomy brunette
With a sexy alto foreign accent
That is my fatal attraction
I fall for them every time
As I look at her boobs
And imagine her boobs calling me
Demanding that I look at them
All of this she conveys
As she sashays down the street
In front of me
As all the men
and half the women
Covertly look
at her big luscious fuckable boobs
Proclaiming the erotic pleasures
That would soon await me
As I suck her boobs
And fondle them
And then fuck them
Until I explode all over her luscious boobs
All of this conveyed
Everything I covertly or overtly
Look at her dangerous boobs
Dream 345 Dangerous Asses
A brunette with an ass to die for
With a sexy alto foreign accent
That is my fatal attraction
I fall for them every time
As I stare at her rear
As I look at her dangerous ass
I hear it calling me
Demanding my attention
Saying
Hey there Mister
I know what you want
You want what I have
You want my ass
And you can have it
All you have to do
Is tell me
And the rest is history
I know you want it
And I want it too
Just come and take it
Lick my ass
Feel my ass
Finger fuck my ass
Then fuck the shit out of me
Until you explode all over my ass
As you know cuming on a women’s ass
Is the best orgasm you can ever have
It is all good
And you know you want it
And I want it up my ass
Right fucking now
All of this she conveys
As she sashays down the street
In front of me
As all the men
and half the women
Covertly look at her ass
Wondering if they would be the lucky person
To have her ass that night
To reach ass fucking heaven
In one night of unbridled buttfucking
Yeah I love a women
With a dangerous ass
March Moods
The weather is March is schizophrenic
Starting off with the hangover of winter
And ending with a foretaste of summer
The political weather is also schizoid
As the election season heats up
Every four years
At the beginning of the month
Everything is wide open
After several super Tuesdays
A likely winner emerges
March madness consumes us all
As we bet on our favorite teams
And baseball begins in earnest
And men get spring fever
As they look at all the pretty young things
Strutting about sashaying their hips
And inviting men to look at precious bodies
Finally uncovered
After wearing the winters’ burqa
Angela’s Ass – A Love Poem
Every time I make love
To Angela the love of my life
I thank God for her ass
She has the best ass in the known universe
And she loves in her ass
That has always been our default love making
I love looking at her ass
Feeling her ass
Licking her ass
And of course fucking her ass
And she loves it
That I love it
Yes thank God or the Devil
For giving me a women
With a great ass
Angela’s Boobs – A Love Poem
I always thank God
For bringing me Angela
She has the most delightful boobs
In the whole universe
A bit small granted
But still big enough to get the job done
I love sucking them
Feeling them
Fucking them with my boobs
And then fucking them
Until I cover them with my jism
It was late in the game
When we discovered
The joy of mammary intercourse
But once we did
We loved every moment of the journey
So thank God or the Devil
For bringing me Angela
And her delightful boobs
Into my life
Angela’s Handjob
My wife gives the best hand jobs
In the known universe
She is so good at it
She knows exactly how to bring me along
And she does often
As we fall asleep
And when we take long road trips
She reaches over and gets to work
Just stroking and stroking
Until I can’t stand it
But she often stops
Leaving me hanging
In suspense
Begging for relief
For sexual healing
And when she does
Bring me to my happy ending
Boy do I feel satisfied
Fingering Angela
I love fingering my wife
I love stroking her pussy
Sticking my fingers in her
And stroking her
Until she gets hot and bothered
And wild and ready
For sexual activity
Often while she is giving me a handjob
I reach over and finger her
Occasionally we kept going
Until we both
Have our proverbial happy ending
But often I move on
I stick my cock in her ass
And fondle her boobs
And finger her
While engaged in anal sex
And just before I can cum
We break it off
And move on to round two
Often her blowjob
Or her boobs
Or her ass
But when we keep going
Boy do I feel satisfied
And I want to do more
Just handjobs and fingerfucking
While buttfucking her perfect ass
That is so divine
Angela’s Blowjobs
Lately Angela has begun
Enjoying giving me a blowjob
She used to give me oral satisfaction
Only once in a blue moon
And often only after I begged her
To blow me away
Her first blowjob
Was in Tokyo
When we saw
A porno movie
In a theater
She gave me a blowjob
But did not finish the job
Often she would start
But seldom finish
But lately
She has started adding that to our routine
And she has relaxed
And she now takes me in her mouth
And keeps going until I explode
And she swallows every drop
And she moans with pleasure
As I cum in her mouth
That turns me on
Hearing her
Scream with delight
As I cum in her mouth
And a couple times
She has let me mouthfuck her
Before tittyfucking her
And I love that
Having her take me
In her mouth like that
Boy do I appreciate
Her blowjobs
But I regret that it has taken so long
For us to get to this level
Of comfort
So long for her to relax
And take me in her mouth
On a regular basis
And I want more and more
I want her to do this for me
Every time we make love
For some reason
When I cum in a women’s mouth
I can always do a second round
But if I don’t cum first in her mouth
It is a one time deal
So lately we have been doing seven things
when we make love
handjob, fingering, blow job, pussy eating, boobfucking
tittyfucking, and buttfucking
And I am finally having the sexual release
And sexual healing
I always wanted with Angela
The one kinky thing to try
Is kissing her cum soaked lips
And that I am sure
We will try soon enough
I am so grateful
For her blowjobs
And that we are finally
Doing that on a regular basis
Thank you for that
And keep it up
Eating Angela
We use to eat pussy a lot
I loved it
From our first night together
I ate her a lot
She loved it
But for some reason we quit doing it
For a long time
Lately she has started letting me eat her again
But not enough never enough
I almost feel like a woman complaining
That her boy friend did not eat her enough!
A weird role reversal of sorts
When we did it
I would lick her and finger her
And lick her
As she gave me directions
For to lick
That turned me so much
And when she groaned in pleasure
It almost made me cum
And the couple of times she came
In my face
Getting wet and filling my face
With her delicious jism
That was among the best sexual experiences
Of my life
And boy do I want to get back
To what we once had
This is the one thing I want to do again
I want to eat her every time we make love
Just like we used to
And I think that we are slowly
Moving in that direction
If we do that
And have regular blowjobs
Until I cum in her mouth
The rolling stones sound
Can’t get no satisfaction
Comes to mind
If she cums for me
In my face
I will finally be having the sex
I craved to have with her
Since the first day I met her
Almost 40 years of making love
And we are finally getting close
To what I need and crave
So I want to tell her
Please my love
Relax and let me eat you
As long as I want
Just relax and enjoy the ride
And let it all out
Cum in my face
As I am cuming in your face
And if you do
We will finally be reaching
The sexual nirvana
We both desire
69 with Angela
Another thing we use to do
Something I crave and want
And need
69 sex until we both cum
We used to do that
But for some reason
We quit doing it
And boy do I miss it
And want it
And need it
And I think we are moving towards that
She knows what I want
She knows that oral sex until we both cum
Has always been my favorite way to make love
And lately she has been letting me cum
In her mouth
Without me begging for it
As she knows how much I love it
And she is slowly learning to love it too
But 69 sex is still a bridge too far
But not for long
Not for long
I should just do it
And add it back to the routine
And when we do
We will again reach
The sexual nirvana
That we both still need
Boobfucking Angela
I have big woman like boobs
For a man
Hairy but big almost as big as a woman’s
And that is a huge turn on for my wife
She loves my boobs
Lately she has been playing with my boobs
Licking them sucking them every time we make love
And that turns me on so much
About five years ago
We added what we call boobfucking
To our routine
I rub my boobs against her boobs
While she gives me a handjob
Then she sucks my boobs
Then I climb on top and rub my boobs
Against her boobs
Then against her pussy
Then against her ass
And really fuck her with my boobs
Until I am about to explode
And finish the job
Tittyfucking her
Buttfucking her
Until I cum
But the boobfucking has been so nice
So kinky and wild
I almost feel that I am lesbian
Making love
And in my next life
I want to be her lesbian lover
And continue boobfucking her
Every time we make love
Fucking Angela
The one thing we have not done
In a long time
Is regular intercourse
We used to do that
Me fucking her
Doggy style
Her on top
But not every time we made love
Maybe twice a month
But we had sex every other night
Just not fucking
But neither one of us
Really liked it
It was something we thought
That we had to do
She said it was too painful for her
And she did not really enjoy it
And truth be told
I don’t think she could cum
Through fucking
Although I could
But did not like to
But we gradually just did anal sex
As she had the best ass in the universe
And oral sex
Was awesome especially lately
And tittyfucking sex
We loved it and still do
And handjobs and fingerfucking
And boobfucking our new kinky pastime
And found that we liked non-intercourse sex
So much more than fucking
And yet I would like to try it again
And one day we will do it again
And then perhaps add it back
Into our routine
But perhaps not
And if we don’t
That is okay with both of us
Dream 341 Dangerous Eyes (Male)
A man with dangerous soulful seductive blue eyes
Is my fatal attraction
Works everytime he looks at me
With those dangerous seductive blue eyes
Starting at me
Eyeing each part of my body
As he slowly eye fucks to death
Lingering on my boobs as he imagines
His cock deep inside my cleavage
Cumming all over my boobs
Then he looks at my pussy
Imagining eating me alive
Until I cum for him
Then he flips over
And imagines my ass
Calling out to me
Impaling me with his huge cock
Fucking the shit out of me
Until he cums
In a shuddering earth shattering orgasm
All of this he shows me
With his long soulful glances
And I fall under his spell
Once again
Losing all control
Under his seductive glances
Dream 342 Dangerous Eyes (female)
A women with dark black seductive soulful eyes
Is my fatal attraction
As she looks at me with her intense stare
As she mentally undresses me
As she eye fucks me
Imagining me inside her
Imagining taking me in her mouth
And sucking the life out of me
And then making me do it again and again
Fucking her boobs
Fucking her pussy
Fucking her ass
Over and over again and again
All of this conveyed
In her soulful dark eyes
As she welcomes me into her embrace
To start the dance of sexual surrender
And I fall deep into her spell
As she continues to star at me
With those dangerous eyes
Dream 343 Dangerous Boobs
A bosomy brunette
With a sexy alto foreign accent
That is my fatal attraction
I fall for them every time
As I look at her boobs
And imagine her boobs calling me
Demanding that I look at them
All of this she conveys
As she sashays down the street
In front of me
As all the men
and half the women
Covertly look
at her big luscious fuckable boobs
Proclaiming the erotic pleasures
That would soon await me
As I suck her boobs
And fondle them
And then fuck them
Until I explode all over her luscious boobs
All of this conveyed
Everything I covertly or overtly
Look at her dangerous boobs
Dream 345 Dangerous Asses
A brunette with an ass to die for
With a sexy alto foreign accent
That is my fatal attraction
I fall for them every time
As I stare at her rear
As I look at her dangerous ass
I hear it calling me
Demanding my attention
Saying
Hey there Mister
I know what you want
You want what I have
You want my ass
And you can have it
All you have to do
Is tell me
And the rest is history
I know you want it
And I want it too
Just come and take it
Lick my ass
Feel my ass
Finger fuck my ass
Then fuck the shit out of me
Until you explode all over my ass
As you know cuming on a women’s ass
Is the best orgasm you can ever have
It is all good
And you know you want it
And I want it up my ass
Right fucking now
All of this she conveys
As she sashays down the street
In front of me
As all the men
and half the women
Covertly look at her ass
Wondering if they would be the lucky person
To have her ass that night
To reach ass fucking heaven
In one night of unbridled buttfucking
Yeah I love a women
With a dangerous ass
March Moods
The weather is March is schizophrenic
Starting off with the hangover of winter
And ending with a foretaste of summer
The political weather is also schizoid
As the election season heats up
Every four years
At the beginning of the month
Everything is wide open
After several super Tuesdays
A likely winner emerges
March madness consumes us all
As we bet on our favorite teams
And baseball begins in earnest
And men get spring fever
As they look at all the pretty young things
Strutting about sashaying their hips
And inviting men to look at precious bodies
Finally uncovered
After wearing the winters’ burqa
Angela’s Ass – A Love Poem
Every time I make love
To Angela the love of my life
I thank God for her ass
She has the best ass in the known universe
And she loves in her ass
That has always been our default love making
I love looking at her ass
Feeling her ass
Licking her ass
And of course fucking her ass
And she loves it
That I love it
Yes thank God or the Devil
For giving me a women
With a great ass
Angela’s Boobs – A Love Poem
I always thank God
For bringing me Angela
She has the most delightful boobs
In the whole universe
A bit small granted
But still big enough to get the job done
I love sucking them
Feeling them
Fucking them with my boobs
And then fucking them
Until I cover them with my jism
It was late in the game
When we discovered
The joy of mammary intercourse
But once we did
We loved every moment of the journey
So thank God or the Devil
For bringing me Angela
And her delightful boobs
Into my life
Angela’s Handjob
My wife gives the best hand jobs
In the known universe
She is so good at it
She knows exactly how to bring me along
And she does often
As we fall asleep
And when we take long road trips
She reaches over and gets to work
Just stroking and stroking
Until I can’t stand it
But she often stops
Leaving me hanging
In suspense
Begging for relief
For sexual healing
And when she does
Bring me to my happy ending
Boy do I feel satisfied
Fingering Angela
I love fingering my wife
I love stroking her pussy
Sticking my fingers in her
And stroking her
Until she gets hot and bothered
And wild and ready
For sexual activity
Often while she is giving me a handjob
I reach over and finger her
Occasionally we kept going
Until we both
Have our proverbial happy ending
But often I move on
I stick my cock in her ass
And fondle her boobs
And finger her
While engaged in anal sex
And just before I can cum
We break it off
And move on to round two
Often her blowjob
Or her boobs
Or her ass
But when we keep going
Boy do I feel satisfied
And I want to do more
Just handjobs and fingerfucking
While buttfucking her perfect ass
That is so divine
Angela’s Blowjobs
Lately Angela has begun
Enjoying giving me a blowjob
She used to give me oral satisfaction
Only once in a blue moon
And often only after I begged her
To blow me away
Her first blowjob
Was in Tokyo
When we saw
A porno movie
In a theater
She gave me a blowjob
But did not finish the job
Often she would start
But seldom finish
But lately
She has started adding that to our routine
And she has relaxed
And she now takes me in her mouth
And keeps going until I explode
And she swallows every drop
And she moans with pleasure
As I cum in her mouth
That turns me on
Hearing her
Scream with delight
As I cum in her mouth
And a couple times
She has let me mouthfuck her
Before tittyfucking her
And I love that
Having her take me
In her mouth like that
Boy do I appreciate
Her blowjobs
But I regret that it has taken so long
For us to get to this level
Of comfort
So long for her to relax
And take me in her mouth
On a regular basis
And I want more and more
I want her to do this for me
Every time we make love
For some reason
When I cum in a women’s mouth
I can always do a second round
But if I don’t cum first in her mouth
It is a one time deal
So lately we have been doing seven things
when we make love
handjob, fingering, blow job, pussy eating, boobfucking
tittyfucking, and buttfucking
And I am finally having the sexual release
And sexual healing
I always wanted with Angela
The one kinky thing to try
Is kissing her cum soaked lips
And that I am sure
We will try soon enough
I am so grateful
For her blowjobs
And that we are finally
Doing that on a regular basis
Thank you for that
And keep it up
Eating Angela
We use to eat pussy a lot
I loved it
From our first night together
I ate her a lot
She loved it
But for some reason we quit doing it
For a long time
Lately she has started letting me eat her again
But not enough never enough
I almost feel like a woman complaining
That her boy friend did not eat her enough!
A weird role reversal of sorts
When we did it
I would lick her and finger her
And lick her
As she gave me directions
For to lick
That turned me so much
And when she groaned in pleasure
It almost made me cum
And the couple of times she came
In my face
Getting wet and filling my face
With her delicious jism
That was among the best sexual experiences
Of my life
And boy do I want to get back
To what we once had
This is the one thing I want to do again
I want to eat her every time we make love
Just like we used to
And I think that we are slowly
Moving in that direction
If we do that
And have regular blowjobs
Until I cum in her mouth
The rolling stones sound
Can’t get no satisfaction
Comes to mind
If she cums for me
In my face
I will finally be having the sex
I craved to have with her
Since the first day I met her
Almost 40 years of making love
And we are finally getting close
To what I need and crave
So I want to tell her
Please my love
Relax and let me eat you
As long as I want
Just relax and enjoy the ride
And let it all out
Cum in my face
As I am cuming in your face
And if you do
We will finally be reaching
The sexual nirvana
We both desire
69 with Angela
Another thing we use to do
Something I crave and want
And need
69 sex until we both cum
We used to do that
But for some reason
We quit doing it
And boy do I miss it
And want it
And need it
And I think we are moving towards that
She knows what I want
She knows that oral sex until we both cum
Has always been my favorite way to make love
And lately she has been letting me cum
In her mouth
Without me begging for it
As she knows how much I love it
And she is slowly learning to love it too
But 69 sex is still a bridge too far
But not for long
Not for long
I should just do it
And add it back to the routine
And when we do
We will again reach
The sexual nirvana
That we both still need
Boobfucking Angela
I have big woman like boobs
For a man
Hairy but big almost as big as a woman’s
And that is a huge turn on for my wife
She loves my boobs
Lately she has been playing with my boobs
Licking them sucking them every time we make love
And that turns me on so much
About five years ago
We added what we call boobfucking
To our routine
I rub my boobs against her boobs
While she gives me a handjob
Then she sucks my boobs
Then I climb on top and rub my boobs
Against her boobs
Then against her pussy
Then against her ass
And really fuck her with my boobs
Until I am about to explode
And finish the job
Tittyfucking her
Buttfucking her
Until I cum
But the boobfucking has been so nice
So kinky and wild
I almost feel that I am lesbian
Making love
And in my next life
I want to be her lesbian lover
And continue boobfucking her
Every time we make love
Fucking Angela
The one thing we have not done
In a long time
Is regular intercourse
We used to do that
Me fucking her
Doggy style
Her on top
But not every time we made love
Maybe twice a month
But we had sex every other night
Just not fucking
But neither one of us
Really liked it
It was something we thought
That we had to do
She said it was too painful for her
And she did not really enjoy it
And truth be told
I don’t think she could cum
Through fucking
Although I could
But did not like to
But we gradually just did anal sex
As she had the best ass in the universe
And oral sex
Was awesome especially lately
And tittyfucking sex
We loved it and still do
And handjobs and fingerfucking
And boobfucking our new kinky pastime
And found that we liked non-intercourse sex
So much more than fucking
And yet I would like to try it again
And one day we will do it again
And then perhaps add it back
Into our routine
But perhaps not
And if we don’t
That is okay with both of us
Oh La La
oh la la
chocolate decadence
chocolate on my mind
Oh la la
what a set of lips
what teeth she has
I wonder if she would devour me
like she is about to do
with the chocolate
and would I survive
her kiss untouched
or will I be bewitched
and become her slave
secret lovers
three women
sitting in an upscale saloon
waiting for their secret lovers
to arrive for dinner
Lauralee
the brunette bombshell
is waiting for alex
her married lover
to come and tell her
that he is leaving his wife for her
Sara and Jessica
Don’t believe that Alex will ever leave
his wife for Lauralee
but they also have secret lovers
coming to the saloon for dinner
Jeremy is unmarried
a hipster
with many women friends
and he can’t decide
whether to get serious
with any of them
content to float from one flower
to another
but for how long?
Sara is patiently waiting for him to decide
Jessica is torn
between two lovers
Alexi and Samuel
two best friends
who take turns
making wild love to her
but she wants them both
at the same time
and they are afraid to take that step
fearing that she might demand
that they try bisexual sex
and that is a step too far for them
but not for her
and so the three women
sit and drink
and wait for their lovers to come
Admiring Girls with Great Asses on The Street
I am an Assman
I am a fan of the female ass
I love watching women
Walking down the street
With their asses
Proudly swaying
on display
In their skin tight jeans
Or beneath their dresses
I just love watching
Them walk on down the street
Sometimes they catch me
Covertly admiring their asses
And they smile at me
Acknowledging that they caught me
Admiring their rear entrance
As they walk on by
Their asses demand attention
Saying
Look at me admire me
Worship me
And I fall under their sway
Slave to my carnal desires
Imagining a night of passion
Making love to their asses
And I smile back
And walk on by
Women with Red Hair
I saw a beautiful women with red hair
Standing on the metro
Luscious long red hair
Yellow shirt over her huge breasts
That seemed to welcome my attention
Blue jeans covering her ass
Which was one of the finest asses
I have seen in a long time
As sat there she smile at me
But I did not respond
I was mesmerized by her beauty
And lost in erotic day dreams
Inspired by this mysterious women
Imagining kissing her
Sucking her boobs
Going down on her
Until she came
And then she going down on me
With her face taking me in her mouth
With the red hair flying all over the place
She got off the station
Not a word had been spoken
But she knew and I knew
What had transpired
And for that I was glad
And will never forget
The moment
With the women with the red hair
Just another random erotic encounter
In this life of mine
You Took My Heart
when I met you
for the first time
after dreaming of you
for all these years
You took my heart away
you enslaved me
you bewitched me
and turned me
into your love slave
as you held my heart
in your icy cold hands
taking my heart away
and my life
became yours
to control
and I would have it no other way
as my fate was sealed
when you took heart
into your hands
Out Law Lady of the Night
One wild moon lit night
On the tail end of a Friday Night booze run
I found myself
Twenty drinks too sober
In a bar in the mean streets of Bangkok
Drinking my way to Hell
Just as fast as I could
And on the stage
Dancing her soul away
Was the most beautiful creature
In the known universe
Dancing with an attitude
That could kill an elephant in heat
She looked so fine
Made my eye balls hurt
As I started at her naked body
Admiring the curves
In all the right places
And her ass called to me
Telling me deep dark erotic desires
Inspiring carnal thoughts
And hopes that she would be mine
For the right price
And I stared at her
And she smiled with an evil seductive smile
A true succubus from hell itself
And she gave me a knowing look
And I knew that I was hooked
For a night of wild libertine passion
As I devoured her
Making wild passionate love
All night long
Even if it meant
That I would be selling my soul
To the devil himself
Life In Between
Life In-between
For years I have lived
In-between two worlds
Korea where my wife’s family
comes from
And the Bay area
Where I grew up
and the laidback progressive wild west coast
and the cutthroat dour eastern establishment
Washington DC
Where I worked for 27 Years
And I live between
My official duties
And my desire
To be a wild-eyed poet
And life in-between
Means you belong nowhere
Yet are everywhere
Always disoriented
Always half lost
Never really feeling you belong
That is life
Living in-between
Somonka for Angela
I have dreamt of you
For almost seven long years
And now you are here
What can I do about this
Only thing to do love you
You are all I want
All that I need in this life
Thank to all the gods
For bringing you in my life
From now to the end of time
Dream 7125 Time Travel
I imagine what it would be like to be able to travel back in time and talk to my younger self.
What would I say to my younger self?
Would I tell my self
To quit drinking, and taking drugs
Earlier than I did?
Would I have told him to transfer to Chico State or Humboldt State
Or UC Santa Cruz after a year or two at UOP?
Would I have told him
To go to graduate school right away
Right after the Peace Corps?
Would I have told him to go to Yonsei and study Korean while teaching English
I almost did
Would I have told him to spend a year in a Buddhist temple – I almost did
Would I have told him to clean up his act
And quit going to bars
And picking up bar girls
For the night
Would I have told him
To quit the hash
Would I have told him to start writing a daily journal
Much earlier than I had perhaps in graduate school?
Would I have told him to get an email account
In Bangkok
And would that have made a difference?
Would I have told him to make an arrangement
For discrete affairs
When we were apart?
Would I have confronted her
Over the abortion?
Something we have yet to discuss
Would I have told him
To settle our sexual and other differences earlier
Would I have told him to change his diet much earlier?
Would I have told him to avoid going jogging
That fateful morning?
Would I still have been fated to have an accident?
Would I have told him
To cooperate with Angela more
Rather than constantly fighting with her
Would I have told him to have gone with Choi Dongnim
Knowing that perhaps I never would have met Angela?
Would I have told him to have an affair with Amy
With Ahuti
With Arza
With Lippy
With Melanie
And would that have met I would have lost Angela in the process?
And would I have told him
That I would retire as a very wealthy man
Because I stayed with Angela?
These are unanswerable questions
That plague me in my old age
All I know is that I chose
To be with Angela
And that made all the difference
In the world
Roller coaster poems (not for publication)
Note: Not for publication. I verbally summed it up and Angela has agreed we are going to Oregon to try to establish residency and a trust there. And not pursue Florida residency.
But with her one never knows.
First time I told her I felt suicidal in the fall of 2016.
Roller Coaster (long version first draft)
Life with you
Is like living in a roller coaster
Day by day
Minute by minute
Your plans change
You tell me I have to be flexible
You tell me you have to let me listen
Listen to you
And do what you want to do
All opposition is anti-wife opinion
Then you shut down
You are angry at me
For daring to question you
For daring to challenge you
And for daring to have an opinion
Not approved by you
And so I shut up
And hide my resentment
My anger
And my hurt feelings
Deep inside
Hidden away
In my journals
Or in my soul
Never spoken
Never written
And I cry myself
To sleep
Death and Taxes
They say
That nothing is certain
But death and taxes
And in our roller coast life
Bouncing from one place to another
Nothing is certain
Other than your constant attempt
To legally avoid paying taxes
On the roller coaster that is our life
Don’t Want to Go to Florida
I don’t want to live in Florida
On paper
Violating the spirit of the law
If not the letter of the law
I don’t want to avoid living
Anywhere more than four months
sixth months
all to avoid paying taxes
To you taxes
are something
Like a huge monster
to avoid at all costs
to most people
it is an annoyance
but not the all consuming reason
to live here or there
So when I suggest we do it legally
stay in Florida half the year
move to Reno or Lake Tahoe
or Washington State
and actually move there
you shut me down
you tell me to follow your lead
that I don’t know
what I am doing
that everyone does this game
and I am stupid
for trying to follow the rules
and when I point out
that States are getting tougher
on people play this game
you tell me that I am wrong
that is only if you move somewhere
or you can’t establish residency
here and there
and yet every day I read
about states cracking down
the federal government cracking down
and retires getting into trouble
and the endless nightmares
of probate when multiple states
claim jurisdiction
which will happen to us
if you die before me
or I die before you
and before we get our estate sorted out
and so the roller coaster begins again
I shut up and get on board
And off we go
Here there everywhere
Every month a different place
Every day a different plan
Withdrawing in my Dreams
It seems that you are always worried
that I will say the wrong thing
and somehow interrupt your scams
And I do not know
What to say
Or not say
Because I can’t keep up
With the ever changing story
And I become afraid
To say anything
In public or private
That contradicts
Your latest story
So I just shut up
And retreat
Further into my dreams
My stories
My fiction
My poetry
And now my blog
And Face book
And internet news
CNN when you let me have TV
Loosing touch with reality
Trapped in your roller coaster
And I live in constant fear
That someday
All of you schemes
Your plans
Will come crashing down on us
You will blame me
For not responding properly
For not saying the right thing
And for bringing down
The whole edifice
Perhaps with a social web posting
Perhaps with a casual comment
To the wrong person
Or when under oath
I crack up
And begin saying
That I did not know
I was just doing
what you told me to do
And my defense
That I was simply following her lead
Will be used against me
And I will wind up
In serious legal jeopardy
Of if God forbid
You die first
You will leave me
With a huge legal mess
Because we never got our estate plan done
Because we never could establish residency
Or you could not trust the lawyer
Or the financial firm
And so it goes
You die without an estate
And probate and other costs
Become prohibitive
As multiple states have to decide
Where did I legally reside
You tell me that I am a paranoid
That will never happen
But it does every single day
In this country
And then I will die
And my brothers will be left
With millions of dollars
And my wishes
To leave half our estate
To charity
And divide the other
Between your nieces
And nephews
Will end up
As dead as my dreams
Of spending my retirement years
Living in either Southern Oregon
Or Northern California
And half the year in Korea
Living a simple retirement
My Writing Dreams are being Sacrificed to the Gods of Real Estate
I wanted a simple retirement
Writing and publishing novels
Shorts stories and poems
And getting an MFA degree
And doing what it takes
To achieve that dream
And having you help me
Edit my work
But you never can find the time
To even read my blog posting
Or my poems
Or my stories
Occasionally you freak out
That on FB I accidentally
Reveal that we are going
To be some where
I think you would like to shut down
My fb
Email lists
And blog
And end my foolish dreams
Of becoming a writer
And just stay home
And listen to you
And help you with
what ever you are doing
and my goal of having
an active social life
And meeting people
And having friends disappears
Because you are so terrified
That I will say something
Do something
Post something
That will somehow interfere
In your plans
Which you never tell me
Because I always challenge you
And ask you to think through it
Until you get tired
And shut me up again
And in the end
All I will have left
Is regrets
And fading memories
And lost dreams
As I continue down
the roller coaster of our life
Moving constantly
Every few months
Never ever settling down
Until the day
We can’t travel anymore
And we are left with each other
Staring at each other
Wondering where it all went wrong
Sex Fading Away into the past
I know that you think
That is not normal
For a 62 year old man
To still want to have frequent sex
That somehow the sexual desire
Will fade away
Like you want it to
Perhaps once a month
Perhaps never
As every time
I want to
You come up with an excuse
Hoping that I will just
Let my sex drive
Die out
As you somehow
Think is normal
And I think is not
And my love for you
Becomes buried
Beneath my resentments
And so I eventually
Don’t even try any more
Content to live in my past
And my fantasy world
As my love for you
Becomes overwhelmed
By my resentments
And my feeling
That I am just a burden
To you
And yet I still want
and desire you
still want to make love to you
and probably always will
so the few times when it clicks
I am so excited
Then it is all taken away
Until the next time
And I cry myself to sleep
Silently
Or wake up
And write down fantasies
And loose myself
In another world
You tell me
I am getting lost
In my dreams
My stories
My fiction
My poetry
Internet news
Facebook postings etc
And you are right
Because living
In this roller coaster life
Is becoming more than I can bear
And I don’t want to be a burden
To you any more
Was it worth it?
The last 16 months of constant renovation
Particularly in Korea
Where you hid me away
Hurt me so profoundly
And you tell me you would have done it again
And I wonder was it worth it
To save a few thousand dollars?
And in Oregon
Where you forbade me
From being involved
Liked me hiding out
In the library
All so I could avoid
Saying anything
That would ruin
What ever you were trying to do
And I never knew
Because you never told me
I just had to guess
And hope that whatever
you were doing
was above board
And you resent me
For constantly challenging you
Questioning you
In public or in private
That I learned
That my opinion means nothing to you
And so I retreat further into my dream world
And become less and less engaged
In the real world
Dreams of Running Away
I often think of running away
Just disappearing into the sunset
But I am afraid
Of the world out there
And I know that I need you
So I just shut up
And fade away
into my dream world
Contemplating Suicide
and there were days
when I was wandering the mountains
by myself
and thinking of committing suicide
thinking that would end
the burden you felt
and would free you up
to pursue your real estate empire
and I will fade away
into nothingness
and I hid these thoughts
from everyone
especially you
but I never did try
because I am a coward
I was afraid
Of how it would look
That you drove me away
Into the mountains
Where I fell off a mountain
And died accidentally
Or killed myself
And I did not want to end my life
That way
Retirement Dreams Up in Smoke
Ever since I met you
I have done what you wanted
And I told you
Plead to the Computer Gods
Today I woke up
As I usually do
To yet another mystifying morning
Of unspecified computer errors
Could not get the computer to work
Then when I finally got it to work
After an half an hour
Microsoft word did not load
And when it did
I finally located my work
From yesterday
I had to find it in the roaming file
Why?
Who knows?
Only to find
That most of what I wrote
Had vanished into the ether
No explanation no warning
It was there saved yesterday
And now gone for ever
Once I did an experiment
Tracking computer errors for a week
75% of the time I encountered errors
Most of the time simple
Screen freezes no response message
Then when I recovered the program
The data was gone
Microsoft has yet to respond
to my e-mail
I suppose I need to do it again
But today I will close with a prayer
To the Computer Gods
Just once I would like
You to do what you are supposed to do
Open my documents
Save my work
And not give me any errors
Crashes or other unspecified problems
Is that too much to ask
Oh, Computer Gods
Just once
Do what you are supposed to do
That is all I ask of you
More Computer Blues
Sometimes I think
My computer is plotting against me
Trying deliberately to drive me mad
My computer knows when I am busy
Then it throws a hissy fit
Refuses to boot up
Crashes constantly
Looses data that it had the day before
Just fucks with me
As it loves toying with me
Making me yell and scream
At my damn TV
Smiling at me
As I beg it
To do what
it is supposed to do
Prayer for Computer (send to Microsoft)
Every morning
I start my day
Cursing my damn computer
Been doing this for 30 some years
Since I bought my first computer
The Atari back in the 80’s
There is always something
Once I spilled coffee
On my first computer
The screen fizzled
Then green 666 appears
Endless repetition
Of the evil number from revelations
Freaked me out
It was 1984 after all
Was my computer making a political point?
Then of course
Endless blue screens of death
Fatal error reading disk drive
And my favorite computer error haiku
General Failure Reading Disk Drive
Begging the unanswerable question
Who is this General Failure
And why is he reading my disk drive
Years ago a computer techie
Told me the secret
that they don’t want you to know
99% of computer problems
Can be solved by rebooting
And 99% of the time
No one knows what went wrong
Or how to fix it
And so it goes and goes
Endless computer meltdowns
Mostly harmless
A couple of malware incidents
Once my computer was possessed
By evil malware that kept opening
And once I had an early version
Of ransom wear
My computer warned me
A dangerous virus had infected
My computer
Pay us money to fix it now
Had to take my computer to the shop
Reformate the hard drive
To remove that computer bug
But once my computer just died
Loosing half my recent data
Just because it wanted to
No reason given
So today instead of cursing up a blue storm
Of my own personal blue screen of death
I offer this short prayer to the computer gods
Today just for today
When I turn you on
I want you to do what you are supposed to do
Everything works
Everything is fast
And no more damn computer error haiku
Just do your fucking job
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