Clothesline

A blog is like a clothesline
With garments out to dry
In full sight of whoever may
By chance be passing by

And though there may be colors bright
They’ll also be some holes
(So maybe, now, a drier
Should be one of my new goals)

An old and worn technology,
To journal out one’s thoughts:
To fill up pages with regrets
And shoulds and woulds and oughts —

But there’s some comfort knowing
Whether unknown, or renown,
Like clothes upon a clothesline
All, at last are

Taken

 
Down

The Dating Blogger (A Cautionary Tale)

She wrote often on intimate subjects;
He obsessed often about them.
So, to his mind,
They were perfect for each other.

And she lived in the very same city!
So, he contrived to meet her;
Fascinated with this beautiful woman
Who wrote so passionately about
Enjoying physical relations with men —
Sex without relationships.

So, he did meet her.
She was polite, but, most definitely,
Not interested.
He was confused and angry.
How could this be?

Oh, my poor unfortunate friend:
Just because she enjoys dating men,
Doesn’t mean she wants to be with you;
And “Sex without relationships”
Doesn’t mean “Sex with people
You aren’t attracted to.”

The moral of the story
For heterosexual guys looking for
Sex without relationships
Is as follows.

Attractive jerks:
Welcome to the 21st century!
It is all yours.
But then,
It probably was ever thus.

Unattractive jerks:
Sorry dudes.
Life can really suck.

Of course, you COULD
Look for an actual relationship
With a woman
Not based solely on sex.

There is even a rumor out there
The sex in an actual relationship
Is considerably more satisfying.

Schrödinger’s Cat

So, I was here watching Schrödinger’s cat,
Now it’s both dead and alive:
How it has managed this, I do not know.
Somehow, though, it did contrive

So both to be and to not-be at once
Putting poor Hamlet to shame:
So the old Law of Non-Contradiction’s
Broken, and I am to blame.

So in the middle of Animal Rights
Physics, and Theater too —
I’ve violated immutable laws
What’s a poor blogger to do?

 

The vistas of your mind

I see the vistas of your mind
  as carried through your words;
  the colors of your feelings,
  ever-changing –

The way you restlessly explore
  each strange and new adventure;
  the many places that your heart
  is ranging —

And what this is, is hard to know:
  your vision, planted in my mind,
  a place, I’ll never, ever go,
  but can see, nonetheless

Your mind is ever altering,
  responding and transforming,
  and my own thoughts and feelings
  rearranging

Blog Lonely

Blog Lonely

People, they long for connection
They yearn to be touched, to be heard;
To bathe in the warmth of affection
To soak in a passionate word

They worry their time has receded
That they won’t escape from their shell:
People, they want to be needed
And need to be wanted
As well