A Stream Down His Leg

There once was a man

oversampled his keg,

he sat up with a start

a stream down his leg.

Afraid to move

he sat there frozen,

good or bad

neither word chosen.

Increasingly uncertain

searching every cell,

his only thought

What the Hell!

Was it something he ate

or maybe he drank,

his thoughts searched

surely not a prank.

To what degree

how much to take,

at least he found

it wasn’t a snake.

He was in a park

sitting upon a bench,

needing more info to

identify the stench.

So there he sat

what to do,

now feeling wet

inside his shoe.

Deciding to sit

for over an hour,

while his thoughts

continued to sour.

Oh dear lord

it just can’t be,

the question arose

please not pee.

It became worse

his socks now soggy,

memory becoming

ever more foggy.

He could take it no more

he finally stood,

so very embarrassed

wishing something good.

Then something fell

bouncing on the ground,

an empty plastic

with a hollow sound.

A light came on

inside his head,

now relieved with

nothing to dread.

A bottle of water

bought in town,

put in his pocket

but upside down.

Now to walk with

no one to glance,

for all to see

his very wet pants.

Gary R. Cramer

April 18, 2022

It’s tax day what do you expect?

Walking Down the Path

Walking down the path

no longer hand in hand,

now a solitary soul

trying to understand.

Giving so much

from the very start,

reaching down deep

caring from the heart.

Merging two into one

the joy of sharing,

back on the quest

for another pairing.

Don’t dwell on the past

except for the joys,

is there another out there

while maintaining poise.

Forget the future

and what might be,

focus on the present

with eyes open to see.

Is it more a want

or a natural need,

having so much love

now going to seed.

Not being a weak man

I can stand on my own,

yet wishing to hear

a warm feminine tone.

Laying alone in bed

struggling for sleep,

no breath along side

sometimes pushed to weep.

Mature dormant chemistry

quietly lying in wait,

needing that catalyst

to stir it awake.

Walking down the path

no longer hand in hand,

now a solitary soul

trying to understand.

Gary R. Cramer

August 26, 2023

I Closed My Eyes

I closed my eyes

and envisioned a form,

being quite exquisite

very far from the norm.

My ears reach out

searching for a sigh,

finding only a void

I’m wanting to cry.

With a gentle inhale

the scent of your hair,

seeds of a dream

but you’re not there.

Tongue slipping out

questing for a taste,

neither neck nor ear

another motion to waste.

My fingers explore

wanting someone to touch,

my soul cries out

needing someone so much.

Surely she’s a ghost

a figment of my mind,

I need her so much

within my daily grind.

I can be strong

and still so weak,

a solitary man yet

a lady I still seek.

This dance of my life

making me so dizzy,

grasping for answers

leaving me in a tizzy.

Feeling like a song

with only the notes,

grasping for the words

and blending of hopes.

Like a fish without water

a bird lacking air,

still a glimmer of hope

Because I still care.

Off in the distance

such a mighty roar,

calling to my heart

reaching my very core.

My one and only mistress

sharing in life’s motion,

sailing into her midst

my sweet Pacific Ocean

I closed my eyes

and envisioned a form,

being quite exquisite

very far from the norm.

Gary R. Cramer

August 23, 2023