Zen of orgasm:
the not-having is sexier
than the having.

The day in silence.
At night the telephone rings.
It’s a wrong number.
 

Between life and death
I am always hoping to climb out of myself.

 Cobwebs in fog.
I can’t tell my end from my beginning.

Thinking about my death
I enthusastically clean out the septic tank.

Dying: no longer
missing the boat in the dark
night of the soul.

 

 

 

 

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