Autobiography

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Martha's Moved On

Pseudo-folk doggerel for the broken-hearted...
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Void Street haiku set

Night now, sleep a dream, our Edens scorched, furrowed brows... torches in darkness Silicon psyches, suboxone souls, walking grayves... we are...
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Shorty

I have a tiny cock Like a crooked little finger Everybody else's dick Is inevitably bigger If six inch as an average Can truly be believed Someone...

Friend of Mine

~~ Dear Diary...it was my privilege to have been around in the early 1970s, some incredible memories stand out for me, though time has a habit of...

Frank and his cat (The Odd Couple)

When I was 21, I lived in New York, on Staten Island, and worked as an Dietitic intern. It was a wonderful year, and I made many very good friends...
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Oh Susannah, O Don't You Cry

Little lump of life Lying on my lap Gently rocking Gently breathing Slighly wheezy Soon be sleeping Please don't cry Please don't wake Please don't...

The Mirror

The Mirror I look in the mirror And what do I see My mother's eyes Smiling at me. My father's chin and Mouth which reveal A determined mind But not...
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On The Way Out

Certainty? Certainly little doubt that I'm on the way out; just about to leave, keys weighing in the scales of my hands and standing, feeling the...

Turkish Delights

“I would like to take you to my bed ---.” These words, whispered softly but quite sincerely absolutely threw me. What was going on here? Why did this...
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The Art of Letting Go

A balloon wafted over my yard today... reminded me of a Mother’s Day six years ago, now.