I walk through my neighborhood
Two women in their twenties

In the front room
With the lights on
I can see right in

But I don't think they see me
Expensive mac books
I think I saw a UCSD license plate

I'm lonely
I wish I could have introduced myself
Dropped in and asked if they would like to have a glass
Of wine with me

Maybe chat and later
Have naughty *** talk

Maybe if they like me
Next time I will take my testosterone pills
So I will be good and ready to go

Haha
But this is just a fantasy
And I am a ******

And who wants to be close to a human being anyway

And so I return from my walk
To my computer

Yes I am intimate with my computer

I once had a good female friend
She was my therapist
She left though

So now I have no female friends

I use to laugh with her
She said my poems were beautiful
She listened intently

I made her cry once
From the love I showed her

I had thought she might call me her friend
She didn't and that's okay

We talked about her faith
And how we both believed

But now those times have gone away

I wrote a poem that day...

I called it a "Return To The Mountain"

I do not want to work at a job
I just want to go away, away, away,

I am the keeper

The one who keeps the times