Posted: June 22nd, 2006, 12:26 pm
Here is the weather report for the next three months
Heat Index 105 degrees,
humidity 100% ,
20% chance of rain.
But it never rains, day after day of gray skies and no sun
I may exaggerate a bit
But the nights in SanANtone ware made for love.
I like your night vision C, I used to have good night vision too
Self pity
Trucking was a bitch for me to get over
I loved the road, it was my natural home
No more fucking is a tough nut for me to crack
But you know after 26 uears I get the picture
Letting go is hard to do
No reason to smoke myself to death
In 1980 I was sleeping in a woman's bedroom
after some pretty fair sex
There was a wood stove and we were warm and comfy in that room
But I woke around dawn with an erection. I should have stayed under the covers
warm and comfy
we were snuggling and I got excited
threw the covers off
thinking that one more time would be nice
Back then my cycle for sex was very active
It had only been four years since my last lover
So there i was about to plow yet another furrow
ANd then it hit
Freezing February morning
the stove must have gone out overnight
It was sub zero in that bedroom
I broke out in goose bumps and diminished in my loins
Wow this part takes the cake
I had never struck out before
And that insane egg shell male ego of mine was terrirfied
I persisted with my limp noodle
Instead of doing the sane rational thing of getting back under the covers.
So twenty three years go bye and I meet a very kind nurse
She took a fancy to me, adored me she said.
I made a date to meet her at the synagogue on friday night for her yoga class
I never showed up
Now I know why.
I got not much poetry in me
No music
My brain wired weird
I hit these carriage returns
so it sort of looks like poetry
Heat Index 105 degrees,
humidity 100% ,
20% chance of rain.
But it never rains, day after day of gray skies and no sun
I may exaggerate a bit
But the nights in SanANtone ware made for love.
I like your night vision C, I used to have good night vision too
Self pity
Trucking was a bitch for me to get over
I loved the road, it was my natural home
No more fucking is a tough nut for me to crack
But you know after 26 uears I get the picture
Letting go is hard to do
No reason to smoke myself to death
In 1980 I was sleeping in a woman's bedroom
after some pretty fair sex
There was a wood stove and we were warm and comfy in that room
But I woke around dawn with an erection. I should have stayed under the covers
warm and comfy
we were snuggling and I got excited
threw the covers off
thinking that one more time would be nice
Back then my cycle for sex was very active
It had only been four years since my last lover
So there i was about to plow yet another furrow
ANd then it hit
Freezing February morning
the stove must have gone out overnight
It was sub zero in that bedroom
I broke out in goose bumps and diminished in my loins
Wow this part takes the cake
I had never struck out before
And that insane egg shell male ego of mine was terrirfied
I persisted with my limp noodle
Instead of doing the sane rational thing of getting back under the covers.
So twenty three years go bye and I meet a very kind nurse
She took a fancy to me, adored me she said.
I made a date to meet her at the synagogue on friday night for her yoga class
I never showed up
Now I know why.
I got not much poetry in me
No music
My brain wired weird
I hit these carriage returns
so it sort of looks like poetry