The women were only a
Distraction
From my own
Growling insanities
And the begging loneliness
I felt it all
As they lied beside me
Microwaved ham
In a hard twin bed
I knew i could never face it
Face it alone
Christ!
What i'd give
To have any one of them
Here now
Death stands behind me
Combing yellow bone fingers
Through my thick luxurious
Mexican hair
And the beer
Takes care of the rest