small forest
The small forest or the woods by the white road
made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment
Squirrels played here and had no fear of lone dreamers
stumbling over oak roots.
I used to walk there when cows had
been milked, fed
and the mucking out was done,
fresh strew strewn
in stalls, and the barn had contented animals
I could do so many things in the forest, be an Indian or
take out my pocket phonographic book,
the milkmaid
gave me and masturbated.
especially drawn to pictures of cunnilingus women
seemed to enjoy this form of sex, I was horrified when
told this was not a manly act, ye the pleasured faces
stayed on my mind.
A year later, I drove to the forest
it was a private estate
high walls and posh villas, but the squirrels had gone
I laughed out laud
The good people in the villas will never know my secrets
here, where I dedicated and trained for a hearty sex life to come.
An edited version of my book: The Collected Work, of
Poetry, Vignettes, Humor and Political Statements
He once masturbated into a school urinal
at an angled view of other boys.
Some pretended not to see,
Some thought it cool.
I was disgusted, I was not brought up
to pull my pecker in public.
I was not part of his bully-boy circle,
but I was a member of the same
cross-country team,
when I discovered him cheating, he knew it.
I was not a snitch, but he threatened
to F... my Mom anyway;
at seventeen it seemed possible; he was big.
Then a few years later
I heard he had been arrested for serial rape.
When I told Mom she looked so strange.
I had never seen that look before.
When I thought about it,
anger and sorrow laid down together,
and they never got up again.
Dark Heart Word Art
She stole my heart, loves flood, no ark
Red lipstick, brown flesh, heart marked
I drew my breath directly from my heart
Art starts in the dark randomly quarked
Searing black whole, nothing escapes
Too big to exist, love’s massive void
Passed out, drunk off bliss from her sweet grapes
Her piercing stare from eons away, mystery I couldn’t avoid
I used to be human but what am I now?
Deep water’s darkness soul silent and suffocated
Fields of abundance, she stole my plow
Spirit fled hungrily as the ego masturbated
Commandments, I’m done with this, love's hypothesis
Our triangle had a space, wholly trinity, no Pythagorus
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