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
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
I do have a few chops
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
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