I'm enjoying everyone's offerings. I had to turn on my old iMac to dig out some stuff from ten years ago. This is for all the poets out there with writer's block.

Title: By The Numbers

The experts say to write about
What you know; but mostly,
All I know is being stoned
On daydreams about half-naked
Women with few or any morals.
I know about sweating fingers
Clamped on a remote while
Considering the latest tv schedule,
Or sometimes in the winter
Freezing on the steering wheel
Coming to and from work,
Or at best exercising themselves
And perhaps my brain by playing
Around on this computer screen.
In truth, I hardly live beyond
The end of these fingers
And really couldn't make them
Sounds very interesting with
All the words that I control.
So I'll probably just continue
To dream of half-naked Women
And perhaps other half-naked
Women and what they might do
To one another if they feel like it.