She She She...

26 Aug 1998

I wanted to write poems today,

It's so selfish, I know,

But I kept seeing her face and I dreamed

That she was there and that she was the

Wisest human that I could know.

I wanted to write poems today

About love and fire,

Instead I was chastised with my own desire.

I wanted to write the great American

Poem,

But I got sick, drunk, or died.

Dead, I received a blow to the head and

Ego

I was the amigo of some third world pig.

I wanted to write that poem that we could all

answer too,

But it all ended with a quick breeze and

I ended up just being horny.

OgFOMK ArTS