THE HAUNTING

If there were such a thing as bi-location,

Your house would be haunted—

A presence would follow you from room to room. 

 

You would have the sensation

That some one was constantly beside you,

Especially at night, in your bed.

 

You would think twice about looking in the mirror,

Because every time you did,

You would see a face looking over your shoulder

At you... at your face, your body... your ways...

The thought of you makes me shiver;

You have taken control of my head.

I have not spent such sleepless nights

Since I was a teenager; never has my bed

Been so empty, nor my heart so full.

 

Never have I been so driven to masturbation.

I keep having endless imaginary conversations

With you, about you.

This began as a poem about you; it has become

Incoherent through my loss of concentration.

I don’t know what I am going to do.  

 

 

 

 

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http://garthsworld2.blogspot .com/2014/01/snow-stay-home-and-stay-in-bed.html?zx=2a5f0687a8de691b

 

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First posted 9 December 2008

 

A SORT OF CONSOLATION

 

Slim and smooth as a teen-age boy,

With hands and lips willful and deft,

He led me around like a toy

Duck on a string . . . until he left,

Taking a great piece of my heart—

A double defection and theft.

So I was left with my  art.

 

 

 

 
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http://www.ebay.com/itm/Painting-NUDE-male-CITRON-watercolor-2-1-50-gay-rear-/360484267999  

 

First posted 26 May 2016

LA PREGUNTA

 

¿Qué harás, pobre hombre, cuando al morir

descubras que Dios no es 

como algún padrino mafioso, 

sino vacío, inmenso

e innumerable como las estrellas

—como estar a solas, solo

y sin rostro.