no, you aren't the only one.
don't feel bad or bummed out
or bamboozled up the wazoo
playin sad tunes on a kazoo at your own heart's funeral.
you are not the only one.
i know , i know,
one day you were like
"hey, can't nobody no thing touch me.
i'm too busy loving him." .
loving and receiving and giving and pleasing
until you exploded in one continuous orgasm
and i don't just mean "orgasm" in a dr. ruth way.
i'm talking wonderment about the perfection,
i'm talking the kindred spirit jazz,
i'm talking the meeting of two souls entertwined be my valentine,
i'm talkin cloud nine
and the whole nine yards,
you dig?
but then what?
after all that good loving you were left holding the bag,
which had just been secretly emptied of cat
and the cat wasn�t grinning at alice- he was crying
emotions wasted and spilled, along with the milk.
the cookie jar, broken.
the jig, up.
click your heels
about me
inquiring minds
poems
microphone checka
magical alchemy
the trinity
prose
untitled 1
war on druggies
you are not the only
essays
jackboots
zero the hero
journal
life, such as it is
so it came and left so sudden.
and you can't even cry about it.
all you can do is wonder what the fuck.
but hey -that is what bein in and out of love is all about these days.
no, you stupid ass, you aren't the only one
you are not the only one.
