Ill Fit

To the slaughter daily is led a gentle soul that we are fed, mercy pleas fall on ears so deaf from a heart whence love is bereft. They claim supreme, all mankind, so out of tune and out of time one day to rise up and find the mellow source of natures rhyme. Not boxed…

She was petite, I thought she was skinny; She was beautiful, At least she was to me; She loved to cuddle, Get as close as could be; She was so soft, Smooth as satin sheets. She had the ferocity of a big cat, She had a soul of pure gold, Why my baby Skinny left…

A cool night in January – folks out for the evening pass by on the street and stare at this old man in his rocking chair. From his head flows long thin hair, from behind him the music blares. The old man doesn’t even care that in nineteen ninety-five he lives two decades out of…

A cool moist breeze blows gently from the western sky, high clouds form overhead passing through the night. It is said a storm is coming. My little square of green tin twirls wildly in the wind, a clapper high on its string strikes the tubes who sing. A song is played for the storm. Kittens…

A dreary day for love and lovers – this cold and wet Valentines Day; Sitting alone, glancing at each other, both hoping the other will not go away. The banners and signs all bright and pink, they’re supposed to make us feel better; As I sit here alone, I wonder, I think, just how much…

I long, no I ache to hold you near. To feel the softness of your breast under my palm. To feel the smooth skin of your thigh pressed near against mine, To see the ecstasy in your face as you climax time after time. To taste the nectar of your lips as we meet together…