Me
They told me to think for myself;
I did and realized I didn’t agree with any of them --
Which really pissed them off.
Epiphany
I realized yesterday:
I will never be happy:
I was meant to be a dancer:
now it’s too late.
“Only a woman?”
Rudyard, you were wrong:
a good cigar is a smoke, indeed,
but a good woman is a great fuck.
You Know What Real Pain is?
Real pain is skipping a paragraph in a book,
reading it as if asleep or flashing forward to a later line and never returning.
And the pain of wondering if you have.
