(Composed circa 2005 or 2006).

This pen
is not a weapon:
it’s a support group,
a drinking buddy,
and a jealous lover
with a wandering eye
and a tendency to cheat.

This boy
is not a writer:
he’s a junky,
a degenerate,
and a codependent housewife
who enjoys being laughed at
and spoken to in a mocking manner.

This life
is a crapshoot,
a bum horse,
and a sailor with a forlorn gait
who dare not find his way home.

But together we make love:
over too quickly,
but love nonetheless.

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