A Sad Story

 Catherine of Braganza wanted to play whist with her husband King Charles II.
 She found him in his bedchamber lying stark naked on top his favorite mistress Nell Gwyn. He was thrusting away at her like nobody's business and working up a pretty good sweat doing it.
 Now Catherine knew that Charles kept many mistresses and she tolerated and accepted them and his fuckaholism, even though that usually left her sexually bereft of his penile favor. But she would be damned if he left her bereft of of a whist partner! He at least owed her that favor, if nothing else.
 So Catherine, who really didn't much care to just request him to come, hoisted him off of Nell's shapely body with all her might - right at the point of their carnal consummation.
 Needless to say, Nell's crotch got a hot semen bath, nobody played whist and everyone went to bed mad.
 Isn't that sad? (Or really just too bad?)


DB/c1998,2014

Sleep Song

It's time
 for tired eyes
to shut
 and for yawning mouths
to close.
 The Autumn moon sits
 unblinking
over the cold leafless night.

Have you the big quilt?
 Let it shield us
from morning.
 Alive is what we are,
so let's celebrate
 by sleeping here
and having the night
 to ourselves
a little while longer,
 my love.


DB/c1996

Potting Sheds and Tiring-Houses

Ned Buntline-in the West-took a bullet to the head
using his own hand, of course.
Czar Pyotr grew so awfully tall
that he nearly fell off his bronze horse.

Mon frere! Adieu! she cried (the little fool!)
as she dropped herself into the wide murky pool.
Ah! but the water bubbled up and then
my gassy girl rose to the surface again!

A potting shed and a tiring-house:
one in th' heather, the other in th' dark,
admitting some yet refusing all.
For a fee she will make you the Tears of the Moon.

The enrob'd pleurant in the tower of Chartes
must move it aloft with each passing fart.
If I've said it before I'll say it to thee:
Sie ist la belle dame sans merci.

Oh! perhaps I should right now be abed,
The cocaine absinthe has left you quite dead.
Ah! you are alive! but I've not more to say
so, sirrah, I shall be on my way.


DB/5.17.04,2014