I caught a fly today.

I caught a fly today.
He said he’d been on your wall.
I pinned him down by his wings,
And told him to spill it all.

He said you hadn’t been the same.
He said you were all but good.
He said you hadn’t been eating well.
And he said he didn’t enjoy your mood.

He told me I should have called you,
I guess to work things out.
I told him to mind his business.
or I’d be putting his fly ass out.

I told him I missed you dearly,
and he giggled and waved his toes.
He told me not to worry,
cause this is how this shit goes.

I told him to shut his fly mouth,
he doesn’t know what he says.
He told me, quite factually,
you saved my place in bed.

I replied to him with a mournful grin,
you know not what you say.
Then he smiled back and gave some crack
about you knowing my dismay.

In fact he laughed, and snickered and snarled.
and I gave him that for a little while.
Then he confessed,
that you had digressed,
that it was me, and only me, that made you smile.

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A Maverick named Gonzo.

I've written short stories, poetry, and have journaled since I was 10. I've had poetry published, short stories, and articles on various subjects. Some of the subjects I've published articles on are: "How-to", People who have contributed to the technological advancements of Tattooing, Body Piercing, and various other Body Modification practices, and BDSM. I volunteer for an organization that helps people that are in need of financial assistance in order to afford the mental health care they greatly need to live, and finally, I've been publishing erotic short stories that end up of the psychological thriller/Horror nature. I teach kids how to fish at another volunteer gig. I get to teach kids, 7-12 years old all kinds of things. Like conservation of our coasts and critters. We are involved in turtle nesting and protection, fishing (hooked on fishing, not on drugs). I like free-diving at my beach. Meeting sharks, rays, and any fish you can imagine. I also do a little spearfishing when I'm not angling from the coast.

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