Home Sweet Home!

Doctors released me late yesterday afternoon, and I have been resting comfortably at home ever since.  Got my dog, my man and, FINALLY, a right hard cock that needs some serious tending to. 

Mark says no computer till next week (bastard!), but I'm sneaking a quickie in to say thanks to everyone that has been so supportive of me these past couple weeks.  Needless to say, I was a bit out of my mind, and hope I didn't scare anyone with my last couple poems. The last one, in particular, is a bit of a fog for me.  All I remember is A) being completely, utterly, exhausted, B) sending off a couple notes, one to my mother, that has since gotten me a mindful of trouble for worrying her so, C) crashing into a fitful sleep and, then, waking from a terrible, fevered dream, drenched in sweat, brain burning, yet cold and alone, all at the same time.  Finally, stumbling to my computer, feeling incensed with need to write down my feelings after the strange images that were racing through my brain.  

In order for me to put this episode completely to rest in my mind, I, with permission from Corey Jo, will post one more poem from my crazed induced time in mental Hell.  This was a poem I wrote for her, in her comments section, from one of her recent posts, and would like to share. First, though, I want to thank her for her post yesterday (?) with her quotes and poem from Charles Bukowski.  As much as I have hung on most every word he has ever written, I never would have thought to put it out there in such a beautiful way.  The full poem she picked is a true gem of his, that, in the thousands I have read over the years, had, at some point simply slipped my memory.  THANK YOU, COREY JO!

I was born nekkid, then gathered and robed...

Cord cut with a knife, yet been chained all my life.

Had to get free, just had to be me...
Damn right I disrobed, then begged to be probed.

When my times comes, I'll go from this world, just as I came in...

Naked, free and without any sin!!!

 RafaDe