Me (a loose romantic inventory)

        
I'll first say          
that I have not fucked          
nearly as many woman          
as some people think I have          
   
but it's more          
than the average joe suspects.          
           
We are idiots,          
but these things matter to men            
and to poets.          
           
I don't necessarily see myself as being wedded          
or with whatever a white picket fence          
translates to,          
but I do like what comes out in me          
when I bump into that particular mama          
and togetherness seems like something          
to fight my dishonesty for.          
           
I am absolute shit on paper        
           
no matter how crafty I phrase my mistakes          
there is no miscommunicating that fact          
           
but                
           
I do have a few chops          
worth seeing,          
some from discipline,          
others granted from a god          
that I find more aesthetically appealing          
to rebel against.          
           
But most women dig artists          
in theory only.          
           
The problem with my not giving a shit          
about which dish          
goes where,          
is that I'd prefer to escape altogether        
into the studio, finding every answer        
but, how I'll pay rent.        
           
And despite the romance of language          
that I need to piggy back my own confessions,          
I know that I am completely worthless          
           
unless of course,          
you desire passion.  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
note: yes, I do know the video is sideways...I am extremely un tech savvy...I recorded this on my phone and couldn't figure out how to rotate...and sound sucks..oh well