The Truth

The truth is hard to swallow at times.

No one reads this anyway.

My boyfriend is gay.

He wants to have sex and I don't and I feel guilty.

I want to have sex and he is more interested in tv.

Sorry i touched you.

I don't mind, you can touch me.

But you don't want me to touch you....

Don't want me to...

Whatev

this is a transmission from hounddog ssb central.

don't expect logic, dear reader.

there's none

no one is reading, anyway...

no logic...

no viewer.

time to look-up the situationists.

mcgregor's "sense of place"

stay focused.

Another night, another day

One day brings a full stop.
A sudden and sad proclamation of an ending.
Oprah and Judge Judy...
Then we drink into the afternoon.

At the Sly Fox,
Crying only
When Gwen Stafani makes me.

The evening brings a fever;
Impulsive seeking comfort
In movement and places and speed.

The night brings friends and sympathy,
Support, belief and more drinking.

Then the night brings unexpected return.
Twice-bitten, still shy
I open myself up just the same.

Then the night brings movement,
Impulsive and healing?
Sharing sadness
Sharing imperfection.

Where are we going?

Where are we now?

The night fades into day
And busy with practicalities.
Heat outside is overwhelming,
My head aches softly, hardly at all...

The day asks little of me, but
I am reluctant
To give at all.

Twice-bitten
Shy
And cautious.
With nothing left to lose.

The days and nights are easy if
You live them one by one.

Look back and you'll see too much
To fit inside your eyes.

Look forward and see nothing.
Don't look forward, you'll
See nothing.

Another night, another day.