Red Fox_First Love

This is not really 'puppy' sexual, but it’s what I write. I’ve been together with my mate for 18 years, met him when I was 18, the way he smelled likes apples and hay. Sex is among the universal uniting principles and I doubt we as animals will ever escape that. OK, hope you like my writing, here's two poems, they are more like stories, they don’t rhyme, or any sissy shit like that, and even if they did, I like sissies, too:



Maybe I forgot what you looked like

I rode the same bus for seven years
& only knew that skinny, red-headed boy
from twenty minute rides
in the grey AM light,
shoulders bunched three to a seat,
legs pressed close
by curving river roads,
pulled together by gravity
my own small sex strained
hidden beneath the backpack on my lap
&
at night
my thighs ground down the memory against the sheets
eyes squinted down into pillows,
his face
etched in light behind my eyelids,
orange hair like straw,
the sour smell like glue,
freckles caught like small stones
in currents
washing away an outline,
the struggling upstream motion
as I strain to fill it in.

………………………………………SP


Our former governor, Paris Glendenning, signed gay rights in to effect. Eight years later, the courts turned it down, If not, my bf would have insurance through the state where I work at the library. But let others where I work have their rights at my expense, I have never said they shouldn’t. Not like I don’t pay taxes.

I will be moving back to NW Michigan soon, Traverse City and The Leelanau Peninsula, near Empire And Sleeping Bear. Inheriting some good land and, coming back. I’d like to cut my own wood, raise my own eggs, hunt my own meat, be free from all this shit. I would love to have wind power, solar panels, some kind of electric car. I want off the grid. Sweet Pea wants his own gardens, his own life.


Would welcome a rough and tumble puppy/master survival camp out to some of the islands and on-shore, Manituo, Fox, Beaver. Elk Lake, Lake Michigan, Lake Superior. This is a few years off, but and am curious to meet folks in the greater Grand Traverse area.

Alright, another poem, more teeth:

red fox




Stalking unseen up marble stairs
into the Administration building
where they find new ways to pay us nothing
my gold eyes fixed forward
I scent the regents
clucking in their Ivory coop
& crouch,
staring at their fat underbellies.
This is the time.
I leap in a wide ark
& slam a head down hard,
& grip the neck in my mouth
teeth breaking the tendons
until the body droops,
& the blood trickles thinly down my throat,
warm and metallic.
Running home,
eyes dart side to side
past the lights, the oncoming traffic,
into the woods,
the trophy heavy against my jaws,
my kits peer hungry from the den,
jaws already open.
I drop the bird in a blizzard of feathers,
& that storm of teeth tear in,
piercing the wings,
the breast,
the heart,
the half formed eggs:
Content that the world is as it is.



I am a furry pup boy, if you think you need to know me , write me. I never bit anyone ...........yet



SP