The car got towed last night
while I'm in the kitchen
greasy feasting on your side dish
would ya like fries with that?
putting spoons in spaghetti plates
when I go home and roll into taco bell
like an Egyptian pharaoh
buying all of the cinnamon twists
with a wallet flapping empty over the plastic and latex rings
condoms in my wallet from last summer
still optimistic
The gas light is on
and I just got a ten spot
with tobacco in my teeth
and house dressing on my jeans
I'll smile through the *******
and have a real nice time

I am a selfish poet.
I am a narcissist.
Yes,
I like to re-read my poetry.
Thinking to myself,
"Oh! You nailed it with that line!"
Then,
I won't write for months.
Don't want to give the people too much.
Keep them guessing,
wanting more.
What happens when they don't want more.
In a bright room,
I'm the dark center.
In a dark room,
I'm still the dark center.
That's the great thing about being a selfish poet.
I can always imagine being the center.