Poetry Club

I didn't go for Molly
I went for Katy
Five years ago, Katy
I went to bury the hatchet,
Finally, among other things
To finally penetrate
That wall in our lives
Or maybe just mine.
I went for my mother
Poor mother
Who believes who has dreams
Has hope that her son will
Be something more
Is some poet has some life
And world has dreams more
Delicate and touchable
Than those of lovers.
I did it for Karen who
Told me once "I could see
You sitting alone all day,
Writing poems." And that was
The last thing she said to me.
I did it for Meg
Meg, how long ago? I tried
To feel bad when her cat died
But it was highschool and
I just really wanted to fuck
Her. Maybe I just wanted to
Fuck them all.