scratched CDs
lost library books
dirty looks, from those old women
who ordinarily, love me.
I am not a perfect person
nor, do I want to be.
I use stories
for my own satisfaction.
I have an obsession
with DVDs
Classic
Horror
Monsters
like the music of the centuries
I like to watch the strange men of the library
I am becoming one.
I am guilty of underlining
books
in pencil
Each man has his own life
outside of the strife
of women
that can whittle him down to nothing, rather than making him sharp.
Women want to make other women
their heroes
They don’t want to lift-up a man.
I don’t like most female writers
although, I’ve tried.
Plath, is my favorite path to walk down
because she is a window into a woman’s soul
and it’s more frightening
than those monster movies
I watch.
How many men are werewolves
beating their wives
and how many women are witches
making the minds of their monsters crazy?
Dr. Frankenstein is a woman
thanks to female empowerment.
May her experiments be kind
and not the frightening kind
of monster
that doesn’t know who he is
shocked, within an inch of his life
so that he can function
for her.
There is no price
high enough
for peace of mind.
Men who love danger and uncertainty
should get married.
Bachelors
ride their bikes
down hot streets
of nameless cities
where they walk into corner stores
for cold beer, and ride along wharfs
next to, blue eternity.
There are many judgements
made by people
but only two, that matter.
One, after we die
when we measure up
in God’s eyes,
or don’t
and one, while we sit in our rocking chairs
and remember…