calculating heart of mine
be gone!
and may unbridled generosity take its place

the sheer generosity of love, an uncalculating God

I spent a good portion of the day
Writing poetry I'll never publish
Competing against people I'll never see.

The faux-socially aware
Stand on the shoulders of the confused,
My enemies have solidified over the years.

I'm a rolling stone 
Never giving my contemporaries 
The privilege of emotion.
Cold and uncalculating.

The only girl I tell myself I truly love
Has thrown away my notebook
In a fit of rage. I had written
Of another girl not unfamiliar.