the absence of being Arnold ix
Tag: sex
the absence of being Arnold viii
chase me, chase me
A poem.
the thing he misses, is
less the flirting.
passed that.
and before the sentiment.
it’s not a question of love.
it’s the physicality.
but not the closeness,
the rushing
that is
not like a wind, but a wave,
nestling the lucky few by its bank.
if the opposite of vague is a matter of
distance, then his first
was rockiest –
the furthest from the shore.
and if repetition breeds empathy, then his
view of the water now is far from
where it roars,
the only rain from a distant storm.
standing at the threshold of his patio door watching those
dark clouds linger,
he’s thinking of taking a shower.
walking.
washing.
a stroll at the beachhead right now would be
something.
//wd 9.2.2026
the absence of being Arnold iv
no one grieves the creepy guy
(except by those he is survived)
A poem.
super sexy walking by
in black leggings and knee-highs:
a fantasy you can’t replicate with AI
on a busy esplanade at lunchtime –
creepy guy
creepy guy
here comes the creepy guy
working beside him
big brown eyes,
an HR complaint he can’t remise –
who needs a degree to flip french fries?
creepy guy
creepy guy
look out for the creepy guy
he’s coming for you
and all the nice cutes
and he doesn’t care for society’s rules,
and he isn’t rude
and could be a friend
but his dick is the voice on his shoulder
and says,
dashing guy!
stalwart guy!
play with me now, you virile guy!
touch me and make wings with
my loose sack skin, my guy! and
don’t think about anything else
ever or
die, because
everything else pales in comparison to
the needs and the wants of the
creepy guy
creepy guy
now he’s a senior guy
looking down on a wrinkly, folded-up,
catheterized guy
in the low-income wing of the old folks’ home
standing over his floor’s coed throne pondering
days bygone,
still touching his wiener
and still all alone
“because the sacrifice for believing every woman was his
is that now he can’t take a straightforward piss.”
//wd 6.12.2026
