I hate flakes

The kind they can't make a shampoo for!

"As I have found in SF, wanting is not the same thing as desire.

So far I have tried setting up scenes twice and both times something came up for you at the last minute after we've made plans-not to mention extensive messages. I don't generally give people a third chance to cancel unless its someone exceptional with whom I have already established a good relationship.

I have no problem playing with those men who have tight schedules, work on call or don't always know their schedules until the last minute-but it is so rare that I find mutual times and energy to connect with them that its often a lot of wheel spinning with very little reward. Eventually I just run out of interest as desire is sublimated into the void."

Man, when I am ticked its hard to hide.

Every Garden is Open

there is little light left
to guide you,
and they may call you a fool
and suggest your failings...
but hang on
the moon is out
don't run off those rails
turn over and silence the voices
and my imagination,
let me sleep forever
my counting of the sheep
heavy in the fields
when it rains.

such furor

Skies are turning Turner,
All blue and gray
and gleaming
white.
And how
we're streaming
through night and day
To stir such furor.

Thinking of you...

every rush of white noise
as the water begins to run...

Every tap of every key
the keyboard makes...

Every door slowly shutting
every creak of the upstairs floor
every moan and groan and
sexual coan that covers
the stones that you
left behind in my heart.

(I want to take a power drill to my temple to let all the heat and pain run away)
(I just wish someone had told me that our love couldn't last and no love last forever)