I Can Hear The Thunder

It’s pouring outside. The rain is coming down big, fast and hard.
Within five minutes of looking out my window at the rain, I saw one jr high kid walking home from school with a huge backpack, and another walk out of his house, get on his bike and ride down the street as he does every school day.
Both boys were hooded against the rain. Both were soaking wet almost surely within a minute. The kid on foot was alternately jogging in discomfort and walking in dejection.

I tried to remember the last time I got soaked by a rainstorm. I couldn't.
I thought about stepping outside and getting soaked, for the fun of it.
But the kids didn’t look like they were having fun.
I thought of the kitchen painting I wanted to start today, and how I’d have to change clothes and shoes once I got wet.
Getting soaked might be fun, but inconvenient. Like outside sex.
Is that a sign of getting old?
Now that it’s passed, I wished I'd done it.
Regrets.

KINKY CREATURES

I’ve often heard accounts of ocean creatures beaching themselves or some other unsuitable adventure into human’s territories.
Animal lovers usually try to "rescue" these creatures, successfully and unsucessfully, and put them back into the environment from whence they came.
There are theories as to why whales beach themselves or dolphins or porpoises end up in seemingly inhospitable places. None of the theories have proved conclusive.
I would like to add to the theories.
Has no one ever considered that Shamu’s relatives might be desiring the life he (she?) is living? Has no one ever considered that captive whales and dolphins might somehow have communicated to the wild bunch that though their free-ranging days are over, fresh food, clean water, and loving humans are available just for doing a few tricks a day? Has no one considered that these beached whales and dolphins are trying to be captured? How much more obvious could they make it?
Shamu’s cousin is lying on the beach, there for the taking, thinking to itself "Come on, people, take me to your leader! I want some of those easy bucket-fish meals."
Meanwhile, do-gooders are shoving him back into the ocean, but Shamu’s cousin keeps beaching itself in the only way it knows to communicate to humans that it wants to be captured.
Hasn’t anyone considered that these may be creatures that crave domestication?
Just as there as some humans that have a slavery fetish, usually associated with sex, maybe these specific creatures are the fetishists of the ocean. Maybe they want to be dominated!
Whale and dolphin submissives. Think about it.
Why should humans be the only species to get kinky?

BAD POETRY

RELUCTANT LOVE

This isn’t a dress rehearsal
This isn’t about when and if
I don’t have a life to live over
This life is the one that you’ll miss
This life is the one that you’ll miss

If I don’t care for you
If I can’t see you grow
If you won’t let me love you
You’ll miss the best part of what I know
You’ll miss the best part of what I know

This isn’t about the future
It’s not about the past
It’s about living for real, for now
Living life at last
Living life at last

Let me love you
And love me back
Don’t be afraid
I’m good in the sack
Repeat, I’m good in the sack.


BLUE COWBOY

A fantastical female with a feminine mind
Met a cowboy in quite a bind
He’d loved and lost and was feeling low
He’d been taking it easy, taking it slow
Yet here he was with hat in hand
And talking about a No Promises land
of sex and fun
and more sex, too
But with no strings attached
Cause he’s feeling blue
My, oh my, what’s a woman to do?
So, sweetly and softly, she took his hand
And showed him the door to a Promise land
He shook in his boots at the thought of more
than just sex and fun behind that door
He felt relief when she went on through
He wouldn’t explore, he liked feeling blue,
So the fantastical female with the feminine mind
waved goodbye at the cowboy with hat in hand
who decided to stay in No Promises land
And the fantastical female moved through the door
Craving a land of so much more.