"–and in the angst of being so lost in the depths of my head
I saw words bubbling through to the surface
keeping me afloat when feelings of safety had long ago drowned."

I met a cute monkey girl in Manila The Philippines
She was the daughter of Thai Hanumon vision so wise and keen
I took her to my room in the quaint little tourist inn
The day was hot, the night even hotter let the games begin...

When our love nest took us into deep sin
Then all of a sudden true love knocked upon the door
Monkey girl was real not some cheap night *****...
I soon realized she was unique and sincere
She begged me to never leave her why did I run from her after four days is unclear?
Now I cry alone wishing I was with monkey girl and have her forever near...

Dave

He thought she would stay
but she was smoke
dancing from his cigarette
entangling herself in his lungs
he could not hold her
she left swiftly and softly
flitting away through his exhale

I don't write love poems anymore;
I sleep until noon and eat *** cakes for breakfast

I don't sing love songs anymore;
I cut off all my hair and dyed it a color he told me never to do

I don't read love stories anymore;
I pierced my nose and ate mushrooms underneith the stars

I don't write love notes anymore;
I read my books at diners in the middle of the night and paint just because I can

I live with tenacity and I haven't had a regret since I left


I'm glad I don't write love poems anymore