a dash of ink on virgin page
a splash of drink on burning rage
i'm gone i think to count my age
all my fading memories
i ran away -- i tried to please
i'm on my own -- i'm on my knees
and who will find me on this rack
my past behind me on my back
just praying for a heart attack
young women's wisdom, old man's balls
in restaurants and drinking halls
and who will fool the fool of fools
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers