Lamp Post

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Women
Who resisted me
Didn’t love me
But lassoed me

Most of them I laugh at
Single, wasted, single again
The rest will follow soon…

My beer belly
The keynotes

My stained teeth
The carat gold

My hair receding…
The new moon

I’m a savior
A dog
But this is my lamp post
Marked

Where are you baby?
I can barely see you baby…

45 thoughts on “Lamp Post

    • Thank you Michele!!
      It’s a pleasure to write from a jilted lover’s point of view.
      In his rage there are undertones of deep longing, a burning desire for human touch.

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