A poser
not a poet
autobiographic poetry
hand-picked
ignoring pain
stepping past
**** times

Enjoying
my poems
the reverie
of past loves
saluting
heroic
women

Not
recording
so many
stupid
actions

Waking up
walking
naked
weaving
through
parked cars

Romancing
feeling
nothing
but animal
lust

Decisions
made
that hurt
me
friends
loved ones
strangers

so much
and guilty
it cannot
can it
be told