I often wondered how I would die.
Like, when I was a younger man I ‘d think of joining the army, only to die in battle.
Or being hit by a city bus.
Or maybe a lingering death.
I do one thing: I will not regret how I lived.
Poetry, prose and thoughts on sex and sexuality. And other stuff…..
I often wondered how I would die.
Like, when I was a younger man I ‘d think of joining the army, only to die in battle.
Or being hit by a city bus.
Or maybe a lingering death.
I do one thing: I will not regret how I lived.