Thoughts from my sick bed

Hair grows profusely on my chin,
But not so much on the top,
Up there it’s getting sort of thin,
Yet my beard will never stop,
If I turned my head upside down,
My hair’d be all the rave,
And the thinning top nearer the ground,
Means soon I wouldn’t have to shave.

Lust

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Lust out of control is a fire within,

Underneath and below your belly skin.

Starts just like a fire, by a lusty rubbing.

Though extinguished with a lot more friction.

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Modern Absolution

In olden days
the Church sold
sin offset credits
called Indulgences.
Essentially,
after life insurance
in the form of
coupon vouchers
for debaucheries
yet to be committed.
Rates were determined
by severity of sin.
Subject to terms
and conditions
of course.
Now-a-days,
such vouchers
are no longer sold.
Instead,
they are exchanged
for penitent tasks.
Like, for example:
Climbing the Sacred Steps.
That’s good for
seven whole years
off your time
in Purgatory.
And as long as you’re
“truly penitent
and contrite”
you can get
an Indulgence
for following
the Pope’s Twitter feed.
Got to keep up
with the times
after all.

GLUTTONY

Gluttony, oh gluttony,
Lying latent within me,
Until unchecked spontaneity,
Takes control so hungrily,
Then I’ll eat everything I see,
Overstretching my ability,
Not listening to my stomach’s plea,
Yes I’m in pain, but can’t let be!

At Random

We rode there,
In tandem.
The beach was,
Abandoned.

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Got sand in,
Our shoes.
And our clothes.
Couldn’t stand ’em.

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So we got sand,
In every,
Crevice,
At random.

Rare Love

Tenderize me thoroughly,
Till I’m limp and moist.
Then, grill me lightly,
Just until I’m hot.
Seared on the outside,
Yet still soft,
Pink in the middle.
Serve me up rare and juicy,
But don’t wolf me down.
Savor slowly, my tenderloins.

FOCUS!

Sooooo much to do! Sooooo litte time!
But you’ll get through,
That hill you’ll climb!
Just look ahead,
Don’t look behind!
Don’t be misled,
Focus your mind!
Then pretty soon,
You’ll surely find,
You’ve done so much,
In so little time!

(for my niece Jennifer, who is a young teacher, finishing off her school year, and getting married in 26 days. She’s a bit frayed at the moment. 😉 )

“Me” Time

So busy, like a little bee,
Need to make some time for “me”,
Before myself goes on the lam,
And I forget just who I am,
Before my own identity,
Is just a “me” who used to be.

I Dare You

I dare you.
Strip down,
Stand naked in the summer rain,
Late in the evening,
And try to think about even one of your problems.
I dare you.

Apple

I lay there, ripe.
Swollen in the wet grass.
Waiting.
My brightness catches your eye.
You pick me up,
Inspect me for flaws.
Rub me on your sleeve.
And then,
When I’m ready,
You bite hard,
Into my delicate skin,
Concealing the soft,
Yielding flesh inside me.
My sweet juices,
Fill your mouth.
Drip down your chin,
You lap at them,
With your tongue.
Soon, I am devoured to my core.
You fling the rest of me,
Into the woods.
Your task is complete.
And mine.
For I am here,
To sacrifice my flesh.
And return my seeds,
To the earth.