Little Black Book (2000)


honest poem

all reason gone
all passion spent
all mystery exploded

all guile naught
each battle fought
another game outmoded

the feeling grows
beneath my nose
a region i can't see

a tickling itch
that i can't scratch
is burning right through me

perhaps if i just
said the word
the world would come right

perhaps with
just a little luck
i'll take you home tonight

and maybe i'll remember
certain moves that must be made
- it isn't all i'm after
but i'd still like to get laid.


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Little Black Book by Wayne Myers