Jackson Browne/
came into town!/
In my canoe/
you can hear him, too!/
Although it’s late,/
don’t hesitate!/
Starts at . . . 7.

Our lesson is on charity./
2 visit the sick, poor, lonely./
It’s something I try 2 do./
2 ask ‘How r u?’/
But for 3 years I’ve been lonely./
Y does no one love me?

Why is there/
erotic art anger?/
Every participant/
I’ve yet met/
has some gripe, rant/
or grievance to vent./
Erotic joy lives in their works./
So y are they jerks?

I thought we’d always care./
I thought we’d always share/
stuff/
and being stuffed./
That wasn’t enough./
You’ve turned a bend/
toward an end/
I didn’t see,/
without me

I got beat by Cougar bait./
Who can blame her?/
She won’t wait!/
36, 34, 35:/
No kids has he./
Still very alive,/
unlike me./
Sad poetry./
2 old, 2 late/
2b Cougar bait

The day the muse died,/
it just happened;/
a complete surprise./
No warning,/
no call,/
no death knell at all./
Just silence.

Obviously the situation has changed/
between us. Why-How?/
I’m sorry you don’t think/
I’m worth letting know./
I hope you’re happy. Be well,/
live long and Prospero!

Does everyone decide/
simultaneously/
when 2 slide/
and when 2 stop?/
When to work hard/
and when not?/
How does that work?/
How does that go?/
I never got/
that memo.

Yer abandonment concerns/
make u leave me alone./
Yer fear says/
“B careful!/
He’ll leave you alone!”/
So U/
neglect 2/
write, text, phone./
But who’s/
being left undone?