i am a lonely wanker
slight smell of mushrooms, can't meet your eye
or talk about it
i don't bother now
- the attractive stage came
and went
no by your leave
just left
i don't miss being lied to by women
my friends are all gay
or married
and sex
like love
is for other people
do the maths, keep the ghosts of forgotten feelings locked silent, fuck off
each year i forget
one more pornographic fantasy
when they are all gone
i will smile again
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers