I have a blog

jack london wrote
reams of dialog
fantastic prose
sleek as a mug
chronicles of a journey
narrated by a dog

i have a blog

the gold rush was
his recurring theme
his never ending scheme
tried as he may
to break the mold
to clear the fog
he'll always return
to the leash, and its dog

i have a blog

and so to preempt the death
of flow and creativity
to steer the flotilla
of literary composition
clear of an iceberg
i ponder my choice
of word and dialog
i co-opt the help of technology
digital and analog
to try to compile, a catalog
of do-nots
a list of words
from which to choose,
to choose not

and these words are:

heartbreak
heartache
groins
loins
secrete
accrete
deplete
defeat
women
hymen
bosoms
rhythms
schisms
orgasms
premature
caricature

....
....
stop

on this charade somebody
please pull the plug
because i'm the proprietor of the blog
and i need to vent and rant and rave
and before your authority i will not cave
and your censorship you may save
shove up the place you never shave

i have a blog

now that the point
has been made
now that the ground rules
have been laid
let me tell you what else
i have in spades..
besides the blog
and its maneuvers
of chase and evade

i have a scheme

I HAVE A SCHEME

women of the world, you are the screen
an intricate web of dark and sheen
two alternating figures on a trampoline
an elusive target, lost, sight-unseen
confusing the fellas
as they hit and miss
and hit and miss
and every time there is a miss
there's also, quote unquote, a "miss-
-understanding" ...
and of your attention, poor chap,
she's always demanding
i see you sob, i see you scream
oh brother man, did you call her a queen?

I have a scheme

i see you sob, i see you scream
O brother man did you call her a queen?
and now here you are
flipping coins, from rome to prague
skirts of the world, you are the steam
that moves my gear and turns my cog
the prize held aloft in a dream
the pinnacle of an orgasmic epilogue
a fantasy falling apart at the seams
of a four poster creaking like a frog
milfy scenarios, filmed and seen
like sarah palin going rogue
a woman wants a reenactment of a love scene
as, before the moon, she tiptoes for a kiss and a hug
but what i have is a movie for the above eighteen
and a six-pack, and a six-pack
and so we shag, and we chug

i have a scheme

a woman wants a reenactment of a love scene
as, before the moon, she tiptoes for a kiss and a hug
but what i have is a movie for the above eighteen
and a six-pack, and a six-pack
and so we shag, and we chug
a man does think of all things obscene
your memory let me help you jog
a man could trade his self esteem
for an all-nighter with a broad
in evolution horniness rules supreme
arrow-tipped sperm pointing the road
i regret offending your hygiene
ma'am but things are as grave as they seem
to play biology you need a team
and for this ma'am, i have a scheme
and it's as simple as pouring hot liquid in a jug
a 'receptacle' you say, a stereotype extreme
but that's as far as my lizard intellect had dug
and for this ma'am i have a scheme
and it begins with a word, and a monologue
and it ends with a sigh and a monologue
a medium of a kind, creme de la creme
and a disclaimer as long as a brothel's log

i have a blog