This blog is about my life as reflected in rhyming poetry, observations and occasional rants. The title is Latin for "information and errs" or loosely translated "hits and misses." Wilson Arch photo courtesy of James Muhlestein.
Gathering Blathering
30 July 2010
Come whoever you are
Worshiper of solitude,
Come from near and far
You who exude attitude.
Mundanes don’t understand
There’s not many like us
Scattered throughout the land.
Gathering is a great impetus,
A chance to be with our kind,
People with similar taste,
Mingle with others of like mind
And forget about the straitlaced.
Let’s celebrate our making,
Dancing naked in the sunlight
Worries we’ll be forsaking
While setting the world right.
Dore Story
25 July 2010
We went for a weekend stay
In San Francisco by the bay.
The sidewalks and gutters were dirty
But the cruising men were flirty.
The sky was overcast
But that didn’t last.
The sun played peek-a-boo
As we greeted a friend or two.
Although it was a bit cold
We found hot cocks to hold.
We thought it would do no harm
To go in the bar and get warm.
Gradually the temperature rose,
Men began to shed their clothes
And the guys started to play,
First one cock then two on display.
I tell you the truth, I’m not joking
Before long several men were stroking
Somebody else’s bone
If it wasn’t their own.
Early on the barback warned against sucking
But later on there was outright fucking.
Tits were stimulated
As men masturbated.
Having a slight headache
Made the music hard to take.
There was a sense of euphoria
Mixed with some claustrophobia.
It was hard for a cocksucker to kneel.
The crowd made it easy to cop a feel.
Orgasms later we got out of there
Just to get some fresh air.
Bear Dare
25 July 2010
I don’t care if my belly shows,
I’m dancing with very little clothes.
The go-go boy is chancing
Cruising for a bruising.
It’s the box on which I’m dancing,
He can have it when I’m thru using.