Wetting the Bed. Again ...

I was three foot tall when I was late. It didn’t really matter.
so many times I have followed people into the bathroom
just to find out I couldn’t go. I have always had this problem
the mango I had this morning was very sweet
I ate it because the ash tray was full of apples
if I drive real fast the wings will fall of the canoe
a girl asked me after we made love this morning, how do you feel?
I told her inspired. then I asked her, for her name?
she really hit the fan then. it was dark. and it was raining
her mother asked me for a dance. I said sure, why not.
the next morning was awkward, very strange. but she was pretty
her dad wasn’t smiling. I understood this. he was dead
my dog peed on my side of the bed. how did he lift the mattress?

have you ever mistaken someone you thought you knew?
it’s so embarrassing getting out of the shower and there they are
I have to get out of the shower, They have to shit I suppose.
and the smell was rapidly deteriorating my fresh shower smell

I had some of the best I sex I ever gave to myself the other day.
not so much last light. my body said no. but I knew I wanted it.
I was very disappointed when I looked in my wallet and seen no rubbers
rules are rules. no glove no love…maybe this one time? please!!!
it was no good, I was hearing none of that. I gave no mercy
besides I shake hands with my family with that hand

this day is going to be something special
with any luck I am going swimming. anyone care to come along
I can’t stay long. I just need to wash my hair and take a pee
the last time I was at the pool. I fell in love, I fell hard
who would paint love in the bottom of a hole, right?

sometimes it makes me un comfortable at the swimming pool
it bothers me when people stare at me. I don’t like it
it’s like they believe I would wear those brown stained trunks again
it was a really bad stain too. all brown and up and down
if the glitter didn’t wear off, you would say I did a good job
I hope it stops raining. The roof leaks right over my bed
it get’s me so wet when that happens.

This written work is not to be taken seriously. I am trying to get over writers block.
A dear friend on the bubble encourages me to keep coming back and trying.
It might just work, I love to write. And my friend…pushes me without saying a word.


Wetting the Bed. Again ...


Joined March 2011

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the ramblings of an un- kept mind. While wearing shower shoes.

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