I have news.
My sexual ideal has shifted
to a schlubby bloated
post-athletic Jew
sort of a Sven laid waste
by Cheez-Its and, yes
a lot more like my father.
I want to die.
no that’s
not what I meant
to say what I
meant to say was
I don’t think there is a poem
or if I wrote a book today
I could make it quite as big
as what we did
but we really didn’t do anything.
Shakespeare loved a straight dude that way
which is weird
because we’re both available,
That is all - -
Oh, and police lights look pretty
reflect on the tree
red / blue
blue \ red yes
the cops shut down my street
again.