How would it b
/2 have a guy text U poetry/
sweetly?/
Or funny?/
Who’d never/
move U ever/
except emotionally./
U c?/
It’s all about a new/
possibility/
4U!

Disappearing the/
buttons people push on you/
returns your power.

Heard from a man trying to find his real life, his real self:

I’m afraid
I’m dead
before I die.

Like shooting stars, her/
evening promises streak thru/
the night, then vanish.

I’ve been hurt by women before.
Some are upfront. Some choose to ignore.
But this kind? Never more.

Angst resides again,/
deep. As morning’s dew gathers,/
I wait for the scold.

You should relax more./
It would be good for your health/
and help heal your heart.

The laptop at the pooffice works just fine!
After all, I’m IMing you online.
I’m staying cool
chillaxin’ by the pool

With a thousand kids screaming,
I musta been dreaming
that I could get anything done!
But it’s still fun.

I’ll lay on my towel
and pretend I’m an owl.
I’ll avoid the dog crap
and take a warm nap.

Just another day at the pooffice.
And a sunny tomorrow will find me here, I’d guess!

I am who I think/
I am. They ask who I think/
I am? I just am!