Masturbating to Miles

My mind continued to change like a rotating window. Pop-ins and pop-outs. Almost everyone I crossed paths with came by. Some stayed longer than others. Some I wanted to spit at.

No one in particular I could focus on. "Think this person, think this person" my mind would say to me. So this person would drop by, but this person wouldn't stay long, because that person was in the next rotation of the revolving window.

Worries came about. My enemies distracted me. "Come on, get the fuck out!" I yelled at them. They would, but then someone else would come by that I had no desire for and decided to stick around and hang out. Even Acquaintances wanted-in on some action. Some even wanted to chat. It didn't matter what sex they were, they all came by and took a glance, or two. "WTF! This isn't a circus. Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"

"Come on, you can to this! I know you can. Focus. Focus," my voice would say to me...

What was the name of the hurricane in Curb Your Enthusiasm?
a. Cheryl
b. Katrina
c. Wilhelmina
d. Edna
e. Velda

What was the last name of the family that Cheryl & Larry David rescued from the hurricane?
a. Black
b. David
c. White
d. Greenmeadows
e. Jew

What am I doing!

20 or so minutes into this, I knew nothing was going to happen.

I left Davis.

And then I found Mingus.

Caught in the Moment

I sit on my balcony of the shotgun, under the shade of the roof above me.
And Shade is nice.

The doors are open and the wind moves thru the house. I catch the wind on the tail end.
And Breeze is lovely.

The Mingus music travels outside to my ears. And to the nearby neighbors backyards.
And Tune is soothing.

And for the moment, the zone didn’t zoom by. And I’m in a good mood.

Masturbating to Mingus

The horns started to dance to a sexy tune.

And then the horns screamed and I screamed alone with them.

And I kept screaming to their scream and the doors were open. And I wanted to continue to scream but I closed my lips. And my sound still kept sounding. And my sound sounded like a horse's giddy-up.

And finally the horns spoke, "are you done, are you done?"
"No, I'm not," the sexy horn's voice appeared as the horns strutted slowly down the alley into the silhouette darkness.

The nearby table blew kisses into the moonlight.

And I rested.

Wishful Thinking

There was a dog outside on the patio of my parents house.
He was black and white with a collie body and a lab face.
The dog had appeared and decided to stay for a while.
My 7 year old nephew was excited and real happy about it.

But according to the dream rule,
Dad had to give the dog up to the pound,
to see if anyone would claim Blake's new dog.
That was the rule in this dream of mine.

In the first round, no one had claimed the dog.
But Blake was sad while his dog was in jail.
The dog came back, no one had claimed him for this run.

But the dream rule was that the dog had to go back
to the pound again for one more round
before Dad could claim Blake's dog solely.

The dog would be gone for days.
And Blake would be sad again,
not knowing where his dog was
and if his dog was ever coming back.

And Dad would be sad, because Blake was sad.

Dad said he was going to work real hard to train
Blake's new dog who may enter into their lives.

Dad didn't want to break Blake's heart.

The Job

I feel the weight on my shoulders, arms, and legs. The load is heavy. I walk from room to room, and it just follows me. I lay there, hoping it will disappear and find something else to entertain. But it just lays with me, on top of me, all around on me. I give it tears, and it just takes a shower. I talk, and it dances to the music. I drink wine, and then it gets mad, while enjoying another shower. I take a drug. There, it leaves. A sign of relief. ahhh.

In the morning, the uniform is already on and pressed up against me. I push and pull, but it enjoys the laughter. Then I lay there to give up while it rapes me and takes a morning shower. I go to breakfast at the corner bar, and it watches and hangs out near me at the next table, waiting for another failed attempt to escape. I successfully sneak out; leaving the heavy jacket behind. But when I return home, the armor is waiting for me to put it back on.

MoMS BaLL - MaRDI GrAS 2o09

MoMS BaLL 2009:

- ouTrageoUs - nuDiTy - SeXY - beauTy - viViD - boLD -
-- wHere paiNt, canDy, and sTraPs...
beCome tHE coSTumes foR tHe niGht. --

thE moCk bAll oF aLL...

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Mardi Gras Day 2009 --The Message

I was minding my own business enjoying
a lovely conversation between jesus and 2 doubters,
when all of a sudden a couple of hicks came by
and wanted to see my hair under my armpits.
I didn't mind. I knew jesus didn't mind either.
There were no razors in adam & eve days.
Why should I be judged now, especially
in the presence of jesus. I didn't care for the hick
to touch my armpit though, but at least
he didn't touch my boob. So afterwards,
I continued to watch the miracle worker
do his work in my presence.
And as I watched him work,
I was rudely interrupted
by one of his peeps.
She wanted to give me a hug.
Sure why not, everyone
needs a hug I thought.
But I thought wrong.
The claimed follower
just wanted to feel me up.
Oh she claimed it was jesus
who hugged me, but we both knew
she enjoyed caressing her breast against mine.
That's okay, at least I know I didn't do anything
wrong in the presence of jesus. Then I told her that
jesus would want her to spend money in New Orleans
to save the city. She didn't seem to get the message
as I walked away. And maybe I didn't get hers.

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