Sex is good.

Sex is good.

Blogging is good for airing repressed

sexual thoughts and feelings.

Do you think Adam & Eve enjoyed more

than an apple together?

It seems there was an awful lot

of begetting in those early days
to populate the world
the way they did.

I did my part,
I begat all I could
in my early years.

How about you?

Any sowing of wild oats

on your farm?

It seems it's a rite of passage.

You know, the mating game,

hormone levels and shit.

Sex is natural;

No artificial ingredients,

additives, preservatives
food coloring, Viagra needed.

I feel sorry for those
who don't get it.

Can you imagine

Laura & George B.

in the sack?

Well, they did it at least
twice.

It must have been nice
and repressed.

Oh Poly- Don't start getting all political...
Let's just stick

to Sex...

Oh behave!
I mean love-

and sex;
not just dirty old
hog sex.

Sueee!

but love, with feelings and
the need to share pleasure
with someone special;
To put the rest of the world
to rest, and be human,
a mammal,
in the natural process of
procreation

and especially because
it feels
so damn good;

How could it be bad for you?

Pressure of Life

You can feel it
at the
base of your brain,

a dull throb,
an unending
painful pulsing
throbing headache.

Banging away...

but as serious
as a heart attack............................................that WILL NOT GO AWAY!

and there is a knocking at the door
and the phone is ringing and
the baby is crying and
you just want to
go back to bed
and start
all over
again.

It is the Pressure of life. holding us down
like gravity
Keeping us grounded
day after meaningless day

Oh, come on-
don't be so damn
self-rightious!
You have thoughts
also...

...and feelings
admit it!

and don'tcry;
"I'm so confused..."

Cause I got news for you, sister- we all are;
and we all have headaches.

There I said it.
and I feel better now.
The pain is subsiding,
for the moment.

Lets talk about you.
You know,
I could be an ax murderer or
something bizzarre, you
never know- do ya? but
after all-
let's all,
just be friends.

Right about now-
if you've stuck it out this far,
your probably wondering;
Hey! What's the fucks up with Poly?
Has he really lost it?

And I will answer most affectionately,
Hey! this is me when
I'm feeling most happy,
I miss you all.

Woman

I am her creation.

Molded and formed from an image,
born of a woman by the act of giving
that one final push that thrust me out
into this cold disquieting world to fend for myself, while
all I wish to do is crawl back into,
the sanctified womb, of the flesh
that is woman.

I need to feel...absorb
all that is the essence
of female.
In my mind, my body, my spirit;
I need... therefore, I strive
for the sanctuary
of her very being,

Skin on skin.

To experience the closeness,
I long to be inside her; losing myself
in the silky softness of that, which is her.
The smell, the taste, the feel of her body under mine
swaying to some primitive mesmeric rhythm.
The rush of sexual energy coursing through our bodies
crashing in waves

of exquisite ecstasy

She is an enigma to me.
I am in awe of her beauty,
her strength, her gracefulness,
and her extraordinary sexuality
which enthralls me...
and all that is her
in this
simple complexity
is woman

This and That,

I like to be babied,

I like when a woman

puts her arms around me

and cuddles up
real close

telling me everything

is going to
be all right.

I have an
unsatiable thirst

for milk,
at times

I envy the insane for

their not capable

of being
held responsible

for their actions.

Sometimes, my computer

hates me and refuses to function.

At times, I feel that

it mocks me

in my inferiority.

Someday, I will have to

unplug it
and watch

in delightful
ruinous detachment

it's light dissolving

to critical
black.

My Mother-in-law

dislikes me. She blames me

for her own failure

and the near poverty

of her life.

She knows her daughter

could have done

so much better,

with a man that

would revere her

as the queen mother

she is.

You know,

you wouldn't know
to look at me,
that I am
getting happy
once again,
and it seems that
this
ugly winter's

well-intentioned
mock-heroic
suicide alert
has been cancelled...

for the time being.

Thank you

for watching.

Letting It All Out

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

That's right folks-
I'm off my fucking rocker!
I'm back and crazier than ever-
but who gives a flying Fuck?

It's busy, busy season
back at the store
and we're crankin!

Had an altercation
with a cocky contractor yesterday-
I was within inches of
sending him off to meet his maker.

You know- fists shaking
with fucking adrenalin-
waiting to connect and
all he had to do
was push one more button
and BAM!
but I think he
got the point that
I wasn't kidding
before fisticuffs, anyway
I am the manager...

Oh well.
You've probably noticed
that I'm getting
a little more
personal lately-
Anyway, what the hell!
Life is short,
and were among friends.

I figure I'll just
let it all
hang out. Well...
maybe not all-
don't want to
embarrasss myself
anymore
than I have to.

Been a little unplugged
these last few days,
so please bear with me, these next few months
are sure to be
heavy
(there's that 60's word again)
and I 'll try
my damnedest
to keep up
with all my friends.

Miss the old gang,
thanks for stopping by
and suffering through
my recent
boring ass tag-
sorry,
I hope you weren't
expecting too much
from old Poly.

Love Ya.