because i have no need for women
i don't mind writing a poem
about how much i use them
and in the process destroy them

and i know there are women
that read what i write
not because it's any good
but because it's usually about the previous night

and there are nights when i'm a rabbit
nights when i'm a bear
nights when i'm choking on puke
and nights when i choke and i don't care

there are nights when in bed
i'm no better than a flaccid drone
and nights that they'll call about
at the first chance of being alone

with age, my apathy grows out of season
and a lack of a good reason hardens the tongue
until a sparkle of a gem in a mundane glow of a computer screen
changes my strong to weak, and my weak to strong

i crave the impossible in the tension of the silence
on the verge of starting over
before the beginning of this poem even gets a chance to dry
maybe we can't stay together
but god damn me if i don't try