venerdì 7 febbraio 2014

February is quiet and sometimes depressing! Prose for Pros18


Today the sun is out and I feel more positive. Nonetheless, we cannot expect sunshine throughout the month. We have to expect grey skies and rain. And that is depressing. The beach and the heat seem far into the future and the days are ahead are paved in dreariness. However, there is one thing we can do to brighten up our days and that is to get naked in a warm room and do the things men and women have been doing on February days for centuries. There is nothing better in February than to lie next to a warm, excited body when outside it is raining and cold. So if there is anyone wanting to escape February blues then get in touch.

And here is a poem I wrote when watching the sky clouding over and the rain beginning to fall outside.

What do I do?

My visitors are from all walks of life
They are all ages
And with varied fantasies and dreams.
And with normal things to do
When they are not fucking me

My visitors are married, in a relationship
Single and retired
They are businessmen, politicians,
Electricians and some are police
And some I don't know, they don't tell

My visitors are all after the same thing
They are aching to be taken
Out from life's rituals
Out of life's chores
And I take them on a journey

But when my visitors leave me
When they leave my bed
When they leave ruffled sheets
And damp stains
And my holes are vacant

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What do I do? Where do I go?
''Where do you go my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the world that surrounds you
I want to get inside your head.''

And you would be surprised.
By how normal my life is
How routine my world is
How I fit into social norms
And how I do what many do

I ride my bike, I like exercise

I read, I like to read

I cook, I usually cook for people

I sunbathe, when the sun shines

And I lay on my bed and write to you


How perfectly, fuckingly normal I am
I am



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