World Blog Haiku Day!

Tubing is fun. My
Ass hasn't been pounded like
that since Big Gay Ray.

Just kidding, I'm still
Painfully straight. My options
Seem so limited.

Nicola, remember
Her? She just informed me that
Her father had died.

Now I am put in mind
Of several things. Her loss, my
Father, my women.

I used to think I
Loved Nicola. Before I
Knew a different love.

Just being with her
Was joy. Her wit, mind, and heart,
her smile, everything.

She never wanted
To ruin the friendship. To
This day I wonder.

Val is kind of the
Same way with me. I treaure
Her companionship.

Love? I hesitate
To use that term, today more
Than ever before.

Good thing I didn't
Love Christina, what with her
Being lesbian.

Didn't love Ashley,
bad idea to flirt with
an Al-Ateen girl.

Nicola and Val,
I love their company, that
much I know for sure.

They are great people,
Great friends, and they don't set off
My White Knight Syndrome.

But love, certain love,
There's only been one. I could
Go on forever.

The painful love, the
Kind that inspires thousands
Of bad Goth poems.

So I'd better stop
Soon, lest I give into the
Muse of trite poetry.

Now I understand
what Shakespeare meant by the Young
Man and Dark Woman.