I’m a markedly different man

now than I was before;

the youthful optimism

is long gone


I haven’t given up

on sex

but I have

given up on love


and I no longer see good

in everyone I meet

Some folks,

as Burroughs said,

are just shits


I’m on the take

when I hear

that knock on wood

of opportunity


and it’s shocking at times

to see a mirror

and acknowledge

that this person

is what I became


I can’t visualize

Keat’s beauty

or feel the music

of the master s playing


I have ideas

of what I want

and few on how

to go about getting it


and that little bit

is not much

but now it’s

really all I have left


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