because of my poetry


i always had dreams of
making beautiful women
smile or laugh or feel the
need to get naked because
of my poetry

it actually has happened more
times than my dreams could
even conjure

of course, i’m at the age now
where the hair in my eyebrows
grow in thirty different directions

warts and god knows what else
where i can’t reach

these lost years where it would
certainly be nice if one of those
beautiful women were growing
old with me

they tend to cost more
than an old poet makes

i suppose i should have
learned to play the guitar

or let the cocaine habit take
a few more pounds off

fucking hindsight