Yes she is a squirter
And she does it
Just for fun

Her rabbit vibe
And *******

Make her scream
And c**

And when she gushes
All over the place

I hope
I can be there
To let her

Do it on my face

I promise
To be good
And be grateful

She has covered my face

I savor ever drop
Yes I crave the taste

It's Christmas here
And people drive
From all around

To see the lights
Of our small
Neighborhood town

A world full
Of 7 billion people
And yet
I'm mostly alone

No place on earth
That really
Feels like home

And though I'm content
I enjoy what I do
And I don't pay rent

I find it strange
And find it queer
That my holiday
Will not be filled
With much good cheer

I'll call my good friend
And see him too

I will go on a hike
A fun thing to do

And young Americans
Are isolated
And all alone

And to these lonely
Americans
I dedicate this poem

There should be
No stigma
And no shame

We don't have
Enough money
To go out

We are not to blame

I graduated
From college
Over seven years ago

And have just over
300 dollars
In my bank account

At the gym
A lone gym bag
Was on the ground
Next to an empty treadmill

I assumed
That it was the woman's
On the adjacent treadmill

So I got
On the empty treadmill
She looked at me
And said,
"There's someone on there."

Her beautiful smile
And stunning figure
Well

I should have guessed that
But I always use the treadmill
On the end

Well
At least
I got to get close
To a beautiful woman

And see her
Lovely smile

I ran three miles
At the gym

I will return
To workout some more

Maybe go listen
To podcasts
At the park

Life is lonely
I'm used to it

Just wish I had
Someone
To hang out with

Once in a while

Oh well

At least I had
Some good kidney beans

And a hot glass
Of Ovaltine

A December to remember
Each and every night
She pleasured
Her man's member

With her hands
Her mouth and tongue
Making his powerful
***** cu*

Oh what a joy
And what fun

To worship
His manhood
Under the warmth

Of the December sun

I hate this home
Let's watch it burn

Put torches to it
Now it's your turn

Grab some gasoline
And a breathable mask

Let's burn down this home
And make sure the fire lasts

How you doin?  

The question is asked
Over and over again

Just like asking
If I had a nice day

Asked by a person
With a room temperature IQ

You will never know
How I am doing

Just shut up
And go away

You piece of human garbage

I was once asked
If I had a "nice day"

Meanwhile
Food and other goods
Stopped coming
To the port of L.A.

There are groups
Of starving
Angry men

And everything
Is not okay

Rely on yourself
Wise men say

Wouldn't it be
A terrible bore

To have the same
Exact routine

Over and over

I mean routines
Are normal
I understand

But try
To change it up
Once in a while

The news comes on
At the same time
Every night

Buckling down
And pulling oneself
Up by one's bootstraps

Striving
Working hard

This is not
The way of Tao

The Tao of heaven
Is work without effort

Isn't life funny
Or somt type of joke?

And why do adults
Take it so seriously?

Many do

I think its funny
And I laugh
I laugh to myself

And I would like to
Talk about life
With a friend

I have the sense
That I don't live life really
That it is just a bunch
Of times

It is this thing
That happens to me

And here I go
Floating along

Humming a song

SItting under a tree
The leaves spin
And fall on and near me

I'm poor and
I like it that way

I am merry and gay

I don't
Go to the doctor
For yearly physicals

I stay in good shape

I don't attend weddings
Or funerals

All that dancing
And small talk

All that frowning
And comiserating

Congratulations
On the wedding
I won't be attending

When someone
Has passed on
They've passed on

I'll grieve in my own way

Besides there
Is family
At these gatherings

Reason enough
To stay away

A "position"

They are referred to
As positions

Positions
As part of a program

And why would I want
A position?

A full time position

More money
More obnoxious people
To deal with?

I'll pass

Call me lazy
I don't care

I am poor
Who cares

What does one do
With money anyway

Food, Water
And shelter

That's all I need

Part time
Suits me fine

I don't like
To be touched

I don't desire
Physical intimacy

Alone in my bed
Alone in the park

Alone Alone Alone

Each day we decay

I remain a mystery
To these people
That live here

Do I appear apathetic
Distant?

I do not know

I am distant

Far away
On mountain trails
In bamboo forests

I dig a small hole
To deficate
In the ground

I caught a small trout
And cooked it on
The frying pan

What lies beyond?
Perhaps an enjoyable afterlife?

Some would say nothing

Either way

More enjoyable

Than this place

Not that I don't enjoy
Life here

Misery is the root
Of happiness

And I am content
To sit in the park
And listen to
My podcasts

Still, I would imagine
That the creator
The designer
Of this place

Would have made
Something
More fulfilling
More enjoyable

Than this earth

I would prefer
To exist
Solely as a brain

To be without
****** form

Not having desires
For food
And pleasure

Just a thinking brain

And would I want a companion?

A female brain
To keep me company?

Yes I suppose
That would be quite enjoyable

We could discuss
History and philosophy
Poetry and literature

There will be no
Christmas party
For me to attend

I will be driving around
Looking at decorations
Perhaps Christmas day
Will be spent

Partly at a park
Partly at a Starbucks
If it is open

Will it be
An attack on our grid
An atom bomb

What calamite
Or catastrophe
Will befall this country?

Who knows
I am a man with
Not much of a social life

The sage
Stays behind
Yet is ahead

Sitting on a yoga mat
In the park

I watched the light
Turn into dark

It's an empty place
Planet Earth

I enjoy popped corn
For what it's worth

It began
With buttermilk cakes
That I made with milk

I made some for my sister too

Shredded chicken
And a creamy broth
Had been combined
To form a chicken soup
That I had after

Some trail mix
And Craisins
A pear too

I ate these
Right around 2

I walked up the trail
Just a short way
I didn't need to go
Any further

Craftsman homes
At the end
Of the valley
On the edge
Of an earthly ledge

Mountains in the distance
Two hawks glide
And ride upon the wind

A man does work
On a roof of a house
In the valley

I breathe in the valley
And breathe out

Let the mind become still

The bark of the dogs
Can be heard from
A long way away

Some hikers stop
Already winded

A woman says
"First water, 1.5 miles"
Reading the sign
"If there is not any water
I'm going to cry"

Looking forward to the water
She must have been
There probably was none

Step by step
I just wanted her
To enjoy the trail
Enjoy the journey

If there is water
There is water
If it is dry
It is dry

I squint my eyes
Greens and browns
Silvers from buildings
Like tiny jewels

I make my way down
The short bit of trail
Stones compose
The beautiful home

Sunlight can be seen
Through the bamboo stalks

Some chicken salad
Carrot soup
Popcorn and a yogurt

Sometimes I eat a bit too much
I suppose now I will watch Star Trek

If I had a female companion
Maybe I would like
Her to be adventurous
And loyal

Maybe she would be
A beautiful British reporter
For the BBC

Or an Indian doctor

I dream of kind
And caring women

I dream of her
Being my friend
Of hugging her
And loving her

Perhaps you are
A romantic as well

It would be enjoyable

Maybe I will meet her
On my hike today

Highly unlikely

My female companion
She is out there somewhere

Walk on
Wander on

I'll be on the mountain
Today

I send my love
To you
My female friend
That I have never met

Everyone has left
My home
And left a mess for me

But I'm content
To clean at home
I'm happy as can be

Human life
What's it all about

Eating, sleeping

Relaxing in the park

Maybe going on a hike today

I had Kodiak cakes yesterday
Had them today

I guess it would be nice
To go on a hike
With a woman

I'll go to the gym
Work out alone

After a certain time
I learned to just breathe
And relax

All of life
Is just one big vacation

Forget TGIF

Friday is the same
As Monday

It's all one
Big experiment

We are told
To crave
To one
To desire
And to strive

But there is absolutely
Nothing here

Listening to a podcast
Going to my job
Working out

It's really all
The same
Same empty program

And who would want
To live forever

Everything is falling
Falling away

Everything is decaying
Oh well

My body goes here
And then it goes there

I am a minimalist
It once occurred to me

That the world's
Most powerful nations
Will destroy the world
By beginning World War III

I heard someone say
Life is funny
It's just man
Repeating
The same mistakes
Over and over again

The human race
Won't change
Leaders will lead nations
Into war

The innocent population
Will suffer

Nothing new
I hope there is no
World War III

Can you have big mind?
Can you encompass
All things
At once?

I can't imagine
All times
And places
At once

Because I don't know
What they look like

Still I would enjoy
Being able to see
The whole world
At one time

To see all the beautiful
Countries

To see dolphins
Swimming in the Amazon

To see a French man
Sitting down to his roasted veal

To see an Aborignal tribe
Perform a native dance in Australia

To witness the turtles
Sunning themselves
On the Galapagos Islands

I can see all these places
I can watch the people
As they laugh
And hug
Across the world

BUT I AM ALONE
ALONE IN AMERICA

I am a Protestant
Here we value individualism

I want to exchange ideas
Share laughter
With a few people
For hours on end

No group of friends
No native culture
It's just me

Just me me me
Alone, alone, alone

Much of the time

Only one time
And one place
And isn't it strange
You can only occupy
One space?

I imagine myself
Here or there

Lying against a tree
Without a care

Still those Imagined places
Are just in my mind

Learn to love the present
And have a good time

La da di
La da di
La da da

*** pum pum
Pum pum pum
Pum pum pum

This is fun
Oh what fun
Life is fun!

As I dance
With this life in the sun

And if life is my dance partner there

I dance and let go
Without a care

Then I sit back and watch
As she moves all alone

In this world
I drift from place
To place
Without a home

What is work?

Just a word for nothing

What is life?

Just a word for nothing

Nothing leads to nothing

And isn't that something

It's so easy

Don't you know

To show the love

That Jesus showed

Or the Buddha

For that matter too

Or how about Lao Tzu


Just look what
You can do

Forget the love of self
Do not be concerned

With accumulating wealth

I lay on the yoga mat
Underneath the tree

I will never "work"
And that suits me

I won't be
Spending Christmas here
No, I won't be here at all

Maybe driving around in my car

God sent Jesus
Because man
Had a great fall

Destined to repeat
The same sins
Again and again

We should ask for forgiveness
Of our sins

She came
As a diplomat

To introduce herself
To the ruling
North Indian man

Just to befriend him
Was the plan

She became excited
When he touched her
With his powerful hands

He demanded she
Pleasure him

She dropped to her knees
And replied, "Yes, I can."
"Yes, I can"

Perhaps I will
Always be alone

And when
Our society collapses

I will be doing pushups
Against the same tree trunk

Maybe eating a pear

Companionship
Would have been nice

I suppose on that
Final earth day
I will just sit on a yoga mat

Looking at the birds
Human life is beautiful
But lonely

I would rather
Be a substitute

No conferences
And 11 hour days

And besides
I won't make that much more
Teaching full time

Just barely enough
Maybe to have a small apartment
Or live with a roomate

I will stay in this home
No need to leave
No need for more money

We all get older
Going to the gym
Everyday

Won't keep us young
Like a family friend said

We all age
The body grows old

I suppose he fears old age

I'd like to meet
Real live women
To talk to
And have them understand

That it's hard to be thirty
And to be a lonely man

All I'd like is a companion
Who is a woman
Someone to care

So I'll go to my
Vietnamese barber
She will comfort me
There

The Banks
Won't let you
Get your money
Too Bad it's all gone

Middle class destroyed
So I write this sad song

Many people have left
The country
Or are buried
Underground

When the atom bombs
Strike the earth
Listen for the sound

Everyone keeps
Saying "God, God, God:

Again and again

Wait until our entire
Infrastructure has failed

And many people are starving

You'll really be saying it then

America is in trouble

I don't care
If you heard me cuss

Get your own package
At the door

You good for nothing

Laziest person
That ever lived

And a true good for nothing

She announces
When she goes
To the market
To get cheese

I don't give a f*

You can get your
Own ******* package

I come home and she hasn't emptied
The dishwasher

What a piece of garbage

Your whole life is a waste of time

Do you find it ****?
Or do you find it funny?

When a 30 year old man
Is in the kitchen
Snacking on a prenatal gummy?

The talking heads
Are bla-bla-blabbing
On the television

About the politics again

B-oooring

Bla bla

bla bla bla

I hope we will get a leader
Who will see the need
To cut government spending
Republican or Democrat
It doesn't matter

We are so deeply in debt

Where did all
The Human Beings Go?

I see them come
I see them go

Just one good friend
And that is all

Sitting in my room
Looking at the wall

Everyone always asks
How are you?

And nobody ever knows
Strange but true

Some will say good
And others fine

I watch women
Pleasure themselves
On Chaturbate

To pass the time

Appear and Re-appear
Isn't it strange
And isn't it queer?

How we appear
And re-appear?

Appear at the job site
Re-appear at home

At night
I am usually alone

Hello

Tonight I will watch
Star Trek
The Next Generation

Something about that series
I enjoy

The adventures
They go on

I would enjoy
Traveling through
The galaxy

Earth can be
A lonely place

Maybe I'll meet
A female friend
One day

Hopefully there
Won't be a big war
But seems like there
Could be

As a woman
Have you ever wondered
What it would be like
To be a man?

To have a *****?
And to ****** inside a woman?

And as a man
Have you ever wondered
What it would be like
To be a woman?

To be soft and receptive
And to feel a man inside you?

Ponder this question perhaps

My headphones
Are wonderful

I can tune out
The people
That live here

My headphones
Are usually on

They let people know
I don't want to talk

The people
That live here
Really have nothing
To say

That matters much to me

Thank goodness for headphones

Why The Same Old Movie?

Why do they watch Tin Cup

Over and over again?

I mean, I understand

To an extent

It is a funny movie

Some would say

But why continue to watch it

When you have already seen it

At least ten times?

When you know the jokes

I don't really get it

And I'm glad I don't

Understand why

I could never attempt

To understand a person

Who did not contribute to society

For the past 30 years

I'm fit
I'm loving and kind

I enjoy philosophy
And history

Please
O woman
Come to my side

And let us hug
One another

If I become aroused
Just think of it
As in involuntary response

I do not plan to act
On my arousal

We are friends and friends only
Although I cannot help
But become aroused

My Ovaltine
Which I am drinking now

My golf clubs
The parks
And trails
That I frequent

My wireless keyboard
My Ipad and Iphone

My podcasts
My one good friend
My family
My job which I enjoy
My room

The kitchen
That I just cleaned

These are the things
That are part of my life

Maybe you are
A friendly and loving woman
And would like to hug me
And console me
In my warm bed

Maybe you would like
To be part
Of my life too

Got my headphones
And that is great

Another day alone
I'm used to this now

I enjoy podcasts

But sometimes wish
I had a female companion

I'll look for him
The park dweller
When our way of life
Is at an end

When all the stored
Material possessions
Don't mean anything

Just food and water
Shelter too
That will be all that matters

There was never much here
For us on this earth
We seemed out of time
Out of place
Wandering without desire

We had the sunrise
And the sunsets
The hours walking
And lounging about

He had a check
I think he received
For food

I think he is
A Vietnam veteran

Like me he enjoyed reading

And so we sat at the park
And ate red grapes

And watched the various
Mushroom clouds
As the atomic bombs
Struck downtown Los Angeles

"So I guess this is the end,"
I said

"Oh well," he said
"It was nice while it lasted"

I agreed

It's just
The same thing
Over and over again

An ancestor simulation

Maybe a more advanced race
Designed this earth

As a program

I'm just an organism
That has experiences
That sees lights
That hears sounds

And it is all so bizarre

I am a brain
Floating in space

The program
Will always be here
I suppose

Tomorrow
I will get my headphones

I cut my finger
On a tuna can
I bled a little bit

I guess now I
Can be sure
Of my own existence
After all

It began with
*******

A powerful black man
And a hot babe
Making passionate love

It made me have a strong ******

I can't quite remember
What I had for breakfast

I ended up doing
Quite a few dishes this morning

I ran three miles
At the gym
And did some
Other exercises there

I left the gym at two
And pulled up to the house
Said goodbye to a house guest
Who had stayed for two days

Then I was off
Off for my Thanksgiving drive

And isn't it beautiful
Isn't it wonderful
To see Americans
Celebrating Thanksgiving

As I drive up one street
A family barbecues
On the front lawn
Smoke rising in the air

I drive through
My favorite mountain
Suburb

There are many walkers
Out this Thanksgiving afternoon

A man leaves
What I believe
Is his father's home

I see them part

I see a group of men
And women
Well dressed

Walking together

I play classical music
In my car
And play it loudly
So they can hear

I hope they think
"Why that is lovely"

Emotional I am
In my car

Not wanting to be
In my own home
On Thanksgiving

Having lived there
Since 1997
I've had all the family time
I could ever want

So it's good
It's wonderful
To be alone
On this Thanksgiving

I wonder what it would
Be like
To join these people
On their walk
Beneath the trees
In this beautiful neighborhood

I drive by and see
What I think is a father
Say goodbye to his son

I look at the father
On his front lawn
And he waves

Kind of him
To do so
I wave back

As if he might know
That I wish
I had friends
To spend
This day with

A man
Also stopped me
As he walked by
And asked for directions

I gave him directions
I asked him how he was
And wished him
A Happy Thanksgiving
He wished me
A Happy Thanksgiving as well

I don't know what "happy" is
And yet I say it
Like some line
From a hallmark greeting card
But my intention was good

I guess a happy Thanksgiving
For me would have been
To have a dinner
With some friends

Or to play croquet
Or another lawn game

Like the games I saw people
Playing on their front lawns
Underneath the beautiful trees
In this mountain suburban
American neighborhood

And as I drove
I saw people of different
Ethnicities

African American, Asian
And Caucasian

And they were enjoying the day
Living in peace

And I felt grateful to live here
In this country

And I thought to myself
I hope we are always
At peace like this

Because difficult
And trying times
Often come

Even as a child
I knew
What an incredibly
Dull and stupid place

Earth would be
Sitting by the gate

I enjoy doing pushups
Against a rock
And a stump

Simply let the times
Past through

Nothing much
Here to do

The food goes in
The food goes out

Everyone
Seems to scream and shout
"I am here, look at me!"

But I prefer
Just to be

To the gym
Then to the trail

Like a boat
I do sail

Upon the sea

You'll never know
How I am
Or what it is like
To be me