lonely sea

How old will you be
when your best lover at last you see?
A tender nineteen?
A luminous sixty-three?

Maybe your thirties?
Feeling entitled and free?
Perhaps your fifties?
Ever so wise and witty?

How about your forties?
Drowning in a sea of lonely?
Perhaps your twenties?
Responding hormonally?

How will you react?
Will you be grateful and carefree?
Or might you try to mold them
into your personal mythology?

Will you impose your notions
of how they should think and be?
Will you declare your narrative
and expect them to agree?

Will you just let BE
whatever grows organically?
Or will you emulate everyone
forever flailing selfishly?

sex-starved

Why are you talking to me?
You're not someone i want to fuck
I DON'T SEE YOU

What?
You're intelligent, solicitous?
Provocative, non-duplicitous?
I told you
You're not someone i want to fuck
I DON'T SEE YOU

I'm sorry, i'm sure you're swell
but minus fuckability
y'all can go to hell

Am i truly this raw?
Am i really this crass?
I don't know, turn around
Show me a little ass

You're too religious? Too young?
Too pregnant? Too spoken for?
My dick doesn't think so
A cock is knocking at your door

But wait, come see
a sweet and platonic spree
I'm not so shallow
as i used to be!

I'm caring less and less
about fitness, age, and beauty
As a grownup humyn
i feel it is my duty

I'm caring less and less
about smarts and savoir faire
All wimyn need love
and i haven't done my share

Yes indeedy
just look at my maturity
Don't tell me desperation
is getting the best of me!

YOU i see, YOU i don't!
screams what's left
of my wasted brain
For deprivation
Deprivation
Deprivation done driven me
driven me
driven me
driven me
insane