The roads are 'wicked slippery'
on these last days of the year.
I traverse them in no flippery
lest I wind-up on my ear.
Yet, these conditions I endure
as a New Englander caste.
It is the home I endear
and this 'wicked slippery' shall pass.
Puma/MMX
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
POST DADT
(sung to the tune of, ’Carol of the Bells’)
Signed the repeal/
no need to kneel/
we’re equal now/
we’ll dine at chow.
G I that’s out/
gays had the clout/
to get this done/
give me that gun.
Full of good cheer/
don’t call me queer/
I’ll don the green/
and make the scene.
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas.
Puma/MMX
Signed the repeal/
no need to kneel/
we’re equal now/
we’ll dine at chow.
G I that’s out/
gays had the clout/
to get this done/
give me that gun.
Full of good cheer/
don’t call me queer/
I’ll don the green/
and make the scene.
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas.
Puma/MMX
Thursday, December 16, 2010
CHRISTMAS;at Home
A cold white light greets our day.
It is Christmas morning.
My lover and I awaken, and
‘don our gay apparel’
(actually P J’s).
We sit under the Christmas tree,
exchanging small gifts.
We see, hear and feel joy.
The joy of our intimacy,
enhanced by this special day.
We wish you the same.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS”
Puma/MMX
It is Christmas morning.
My lover and I awaken, and
‘don our gay apparel’
(actually P J’s).
We sit under the Christmas tree,
exchanging small gifts.
We see, hear and feel joy.
The joy of our intimacy,
enhanced by this special day.
We wish you the same.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS”
Puma/MMX
SHADOWS I
I live in the shadows of rooms
viewing the world through
Palladium windows.
Sun, stars and storms pass by.
My shadows shield me,
from the wrath outside.
I seek a light, a ray, a hope
within my rooms.
I only encounter a glare.
I don’t hide in the shadows,
but, I can’t escape them.
They are warm.
I return to the womb.
And, as in a Dickinson poem,
I see my own tomb.
Puma/MMX
viewing the world through
Palladium windows.
Sun, stars and storms pass by.
My shadows shield me,
from the wrath outside.
I seek a light, a ray, a hope
within my rooms.
I only encounter a glare.
I don’t hide in the shadows,
but, I can’t escape them.
They are warm.
I return to the womb.
And, as in a Dickinson poem,
I see my own tomb.
Puma/MMX
SHADOWS II
My shadow disappears
under a new moon,
only to re-appear
under artificial light,
taunting me
in a momentary circular dance.
My shadow in full moon
is soft and comforting,
a companion
on my nocturnal journeys.
In the sun my shadow
is stark and ominous
a dimensional figure in high relief,
leading or following me constantly
until I seek refuge in shade.
I create you,
my erstwhile companion,
to befriend me,
but you ignore my plea.
I am only left with dreams
of your presence.
Puma/MMX
under a new moon,
only to re-appear
under artificial light,
taunting me
in a momentary circular dance.
My shadow in full moon
is soft and comforting,
a companion
on my nocturnal journeys.
In the sun my shadow
is stark and ominous
a dimensional figure in high relief,
leading or following me constantly
until I seek refuge in shade.
I create you,
my erstwhile companion,
to befriend me,
but you ignore my plea.
I am only left with dreams
of your presence.
Puma/MMX
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
DADT IV
I gave my middle finger to 'DADT',
so they could take my index finger.
My middle digit is symbolic,
my index digit is my trigger.
so they could take my index finger.
My middle digit is symbolic,
my index digit is my trigger.
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