unbeaten paths

hopefully not too many of you wander this path
i enjoy writing with the computer
it comes out different
the slow hand that moves the pen
it's like switching rails
or being homeless again
don would correct me by saying
living amongst friends...
the second time with this experience
my question was, " Why is it whenever i'm out on the streets
women come flocking?"
They keep on knocking on a door you don't have.
As if they couldn't resist the poor, tragic, bohemian artist
it sucks regardless, you don't have huge urges or a bed.
i don't feel sorry for myself,
(liar)
ok, well that's not entirely true,
i am a bit of a headcase
and get in moods too.
worthy of an ounce of pity

i have a secret-- she answered a question...finally
she's a natural healer
none of this needs to make sense
it's more of a self-indulgence
things will always make us wonder,
if they don't- then you're fucking boring!
i spent the night in full assumption
boxing in and filing judgements
sipping the savory vodka with a lonely drunk
who watches too much t.v
i won the chess game with an aloof hoof
by animating and giving into my natural weakness
my opponent gave into their impatient contempt
like a madog i attacked at anything
frothing at the mouth; hungry for the kill
with each apparent clumsy move their confidence grew
eventually revealing the inherit arrogance which
would lead this particular opponent
to their inevitable downfall

an alarm clock has been buzzing for twenty-minutes
someone is very late
i also hear a cat moaning a small pain
this whole building is asleep

i want to write about how much i miss sex
the smell and the taste
untamed love blazing into wildfires that jump rivers
no poet can rest in this lovemaking
"How'd you get so good?" love asks
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
Right here, right now
this is the old made new
the first kiss seduces the fourth
it's never quite the same but every time it's you
always changing
staying the same for just long enough
to wake up and snap out of it
into the moment now
i wish we get the chance again
i think you do too
have your fucking kid and divorce already
oh my gawd! did she just say that?
harsh
and it is
but i want you now and yesterday
they call up to say loves running late,
and don't bother staying up to wait
it's just that i can't sleep
it's just that i'm fucked up
it's just that i miss you
it's just that...
it's just
well,
i love you

pick my brain for more craptacular wit
walls of words melt into a pile of shit
you think you can write better--you probably can
you're afraid to marry a woman
cause she can't be your man
spew a load of love,
love-making your first baby
you think i sound crass
an ass that's fucking crazy
if this post is any indictation,
you may be wrong
you may be right
I'm in love but I'm lazy.

Tell me some dirty jokes
i'm not smiling, this is a grin
you can shake your head
but we both know where our hearts have been
above all
we belong together