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..Unrhymed, unrythmical, the chatter goes on: Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.Beneath each topic tunelessly discussed The ground-bass is reciprocal mistrust.The names in fashion shuttling to and fro Yield, when deciphered, messages of woe.You cannot read me like an open book. I’m more myself than you will ever look.W. H. Auden

My Blog

Violence

They both look at him with a knowing glance, an unexpected possibility.  He doesn't welcome their meek advance because its all too familiar for him.  He thinks he'd like to take the taller one and pus...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 23:49:00 GMT

Up in the air....

They sit there in a small room. One naked with exception of the towel laid over his crotch that he'd left there trying to show the basic emotion of shame, a futile attempt to feel anything because he ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 22:41:00 GMT

High Price

He walks in with that drunken swagger and that half smirk on his face knowing he'll be the cream of the crop here in these seedy back rooms, knowing that only makes him the best of the trash.  And he ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Feb 2009 20:31:00 GMT

Self Loathing....

"You're the most beautiful boy here tonight baby.", he said softly in my ear as he pulled me close.  Hand upon my back wrapping around me slowly tighter and tighter like a noose being prepar...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 05:39:00 GMT

Out of Control...

Can't sleep or just won't.  I'm wondering, doesn't everybody self medicate somehow?  Some people just drink alot "to take the edge off" but wind up just also drinking to go to bed as well, then also t...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 07:14:00 GMT

Approach with Caution:

I walked up to his door slowly, knocked twice and there he was.  That beautiful man.  I kept telling myself, this is just another one........remember the rule, one of my many.  No feeli...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 03:36:00 GMT

The Wind Brings the Fall

I stood up at that window looking over out into the street watching the cars drive by one after the other after the other..... and remembered I had stood there a year ago talking with him, t...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:00:00 GMT

Nightmares of the Past...

The White Room The moment is frozen but yet the world spins wildly around, I grasp at the strings of fate attached to my soul from all directions knowing at any moment I could be found laying here li...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 21:25:00 GMT

Cocktease...

The other day someone told me what a nice guy I am, here is a blog to sully my reputation a bit (for those of you who don't know the knitty gritty past of mine) because.......I am a nice guy.......but...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 12:18:00 GMT

Politics of a Relationship:

Today's reason is boredom. Recently a friend of mine has been - lonely.  Actually I can't say just one of my friends because I hear this lately quite a lot and to my surprise its not coming out o...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 21:43:00 GMT