Last Poem....

about the subject. I'm spent. Anyway, here goez.


sweet tears
fall from
my face,
indiff'rent
onlooker,
lips are pursed
not concerned with
the reasoning
behind my cry,
but the question of
why weep over her,
you pester"er"?
Unrequited has-been,
awfully silly child,
vaginal chaser, i
AM all of these things, you see
i am the victim of my
own mind, with no one who will
share my sentiments, exactly.
To escape my mind with mindless
sex, never filling the big box
I wear on my sleeve. What can I say?
Fell in love with the idea of you,
Hit the ground and broke. The King's Horses
And the King's Men can't clean up the pieces.