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Father's Day makes me think about sex....

My question is this; where does it go in the daytime?

In my country, my America, where does sex go in the daytime?

At night I see it on television, cable and network.

I know it is in the bedrooms, car-seats and maybe even the kitchens of this fine land, but where does it go during the day?

I don’t see it in suits or in sales meetings.
In these meetings I see pretense and misery.
If there was a blade of honesty there might be some tears in every meeting.

Is it at the post office or the grocery store?
I don’t see it there.
Mechanized people as consumers, automatons behind the desk.

It is buried too deep.
Deep so that our children won’t see, deep so our wants won’t betray us in polite conversation.
Deep. So the creative self muted finds acceptable avenues of self-expression.
Buried but not dead.
But buried deep.
I promise you that.

A huger denied.
The eyes that never quite focus but train themselves on the ass of some pretty, young thing.

To live, I know where …


It is a challenge for me as a writer, as a human being, to just say what is true.A challenge to just say what is true for me, so here I go...
I miss you. My Arizona friends. My Texas friends. My Kanas friends.
I miss my family. I miss my daughter and granddaughters, we don't talk enough.
My Washington family is great and I miss all y'all. Washington is great and different.
The Seattle sunshine is like a new shy friend that reminds me of his cousin, the Phoenix super nova of purification.
I wonder about turning 40. I wonder about our country. I wonder if the planet is better off after 2 million year of us being upright. I wonder if there is some cosmic punch-line. I wonder how long it will take me to finish my 1st screenplay  ( I said it would be done by the end of June) I wonder why I love the move Superbad.
I wonder all these things and then I remember I have bills to pay and I think maybe I should stop all this wondering and just "do" some stuff for a while.
It's an endless loop…

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