It never hurts
to get laid
on a rainy Sunday afternoon
in November
but the reality
isn’t always as sweet
as the fantasy
and whoever said
hope springs eternal
must have been having
better luck than this
but no one wants
to listen to my whining
and maybe even
that partially explains
my lack of success
as I fret and panic
over non-stressful matters
of great insignificance
frit and fratter over nonsense
and nothing but trouble
seems to be
the order of the day
and sadly it seems
that this is the way
that it always has been
and continues to be
11-7-97
Hope Springs
True, maybe not eternally but without it, we're back in the dark ages.
I cling to it desperately
I cling to it desperately