so lately

the sex life has fallen off too

much to suit herself   my

bad   entirely   i knew she was anxious

for it last evening    i hadn’t

blessed the bishop

in quite a spell so i could

perform somewhat though

it’s been downhill since

diabetes struck a while back

snipping the critical nerve endings

in the machine   and big

pharma has been zero help

i keep thinking back

to when we simply couldn’t get enough

the drunken first few years

but then pregnancy and sobriety

and somebody never resumed ir-

responsible drunken cavorting though

the slut was still about

wanting   wanting   wanting   wanting

but somebody else found parenthood

anaphrodesiac, a rank cliché surely

but never wholly remedied and of

course it’s too easy in the high tech present

to practice the universal secret porn addiction

even though the NSA is monitoring

i’m such a huge fucking threat

pardon my french

december 2013

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