Virility

Men in old days didn’t talk about sex.
They talked about baseball.
Had lots of kids.
The meaning of it all.

Playfulness

Security times sprinklers for evening
To keep riff raff and lovers off lawn.
About the time they come on,
Tourists straggle.
Their children
Full of glee
Step into line of fire
Laughing
Clothes clinging
Making lovers wild.

Passing the Dog Park

Never married.
No kids.
I refuse to get a pet to compensate for my lack of
courage to get a woman, my lack of wisdom
in not having children.
Every time I petted it I’d wish it was my wife.
Every time I came home and rough-housed
with it I’d wish it was my kid.
Every time it jumped on my bed, I’d wish there
was somebody to fuck.