Dusty Lust

[still.trucking]

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/7178/7178-h/7178-h.htm

In a way I am glad that I am done with women.

I have one memory from forty six years ago that will have to last me a while longer.

[still.trucking]

The stars in the night sky above Joelton.

Blinking on and off

Peanut butter on white bread sandwich with jimsonweed tea.

A house trailer full of ghosts

And a rutabaga

And all I could think of was try to learn something

I carried that novel around for a couple hundred pages and finally lost it some where over a hundred thousand miles.

Thoughts

used to count lovers
Seven or Eight
All beautiful women
Sometimes I get nauseaous when I contemplate the future will have been of my sex life.

repression or suppression
let be
the truth will set me free

the prize
the holy grail
to be aware
to live my own life
such as it is
with or without
the dialogue of skin