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.