02 Sep Connections

All of you.

You know who you are.

Those who could be around but can’t or chose not to be.

Those of you who regret it.

Those of you who are better off or believe you are.

Those of you who are trucking on.

I started writing a poem about you and then I realized

You were no good from the get-go.

I don’t write poems on paper

because I might lose them

before that sour flavor

from that Now and Later

Kicks in

Blisters on my feet from walking

miles outside my own body

Just to find

Me, me, I, myself

my one true love.

For now, I’ll stay on my own-

This asexual Sugar Pie

that I’ve found is enough eyecandy for the three of Us

Holes

Mounds.

I’ll be content for a little while longer

just Longing for someone

To build a new Chapter with.