untitled poem #8

So, now I see that there is no other
use for these words than to amuse
myself or thee, But thou
carest not for fancy words, or
large vehicles with 6 wheels
that can move your whole
living room set in one load.
Yeah, baby, I write this shit
for you, so you can know
I’ll always change directions
when you whistle that song I love.
Y’know, the one where you hold me
tight & make sweet love to me
all thru the night &
let me sleep in &
leave me alone to write.
all day.
and if I write six poems
that’s good.
But 8 would be better
and 12 more,
and when you read
them you’ll be set free.