I’ve got nothing to say to you
all your empty menace
dissonance
& screaming about nothing at all
always thinking about who could be listening
& what you must look like to them
when folding a blanket by yourself in the late afternoon
seen through your window
or the rough language you use
talking on the phone on the patio
You & I are more than all that
more than vessels & machinery
more than the sum of our leashes
Make no mistake
guilt is as much a part of our lives now
as it ever was
Don’t feel bad
for thinking about spring
as the starter gun
for fucking all summer long
You aren’t the only one
who doesn’t mind
the smell of their own sweat
You aren’t alone
in this world
there are millions of places
that feel like the center of the universe
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i stood in my front yard
ReplyDeleteand had an argument
with a figment
of my imagination.
i was wrong.
There are men
ReplyDeletewell into their 60s
still cruising for a piece of ass
on the internet
If you go into one of those chatrooms
you pick up real quick
that even at that age
they're still trying
to fit into the worn out costume
of the idiot hero they once thought
they should be
They mistake being distinguished
with being mysterious
and they twirl their stupid mustaches
behind the screen
At that age
still lying to women
You've got to wonder
whether they think the girl at the end
is dumb enough to fall for it
or just as much a liar
when they ask them to come over
the woman at the other end? she's a 4 foot cuban midget man with 12 and 4 four children by present and past marriages ... and 2 bastards he'll never know.
ReplyDeleteI hope
ReplyDeletefor all our sakes
that you're right.