JUST ANOTHER DAY

"Watching girls on the street:
well, that's allright with me
and it's just another day." - John Mellencamp

I woke up, like usual,
in a sort of void:
mild back-ache mild head-ache
full stomach
brewed some coffee knowing I'd drink too much

Got on the internet:
talked with one brit about T.S. Eliot and Thailand,
another about the explosions in bag-dead:
car bombs 130 dead
some say that's a million and 130 now

Watched 18 plus black girls get naked,
some pretty young blondes get mildly exploited
(showing acting talent throughout,)
also some enthusiastic lesbians

I refused to join a web-site offered me
by a young woman named Dora
who was sweet and wet
didn't wear panties,
and kept me from tying one on
one night at a motel in Grants Pass...
who had an omelette with me the next morning
and went on to marry another man

I steeled my concentration
to read a finely illustrated book
on Darwin's sea voyage of discovery

By now, my head-ache was bad:
brewed more coffee
wrote this poem