Strip, prosetitute

Looking at where

I used to live,

I’m reminded of the fact

that I’m dead

and new

moving along

like sheered sheep fur

in a suit that doesn’t fit

like it used to

and hair slicked and proper

and eyes faded, hungry,

looking at where

I used to live

but not seeing much life.

*

Everyone talks about

love, money, or the combination of both

like in poetry or stripping,

which are the same

if you twirl your fingers well

and sit down still,

or if they don’t

they talk about excuses

that prevent

love, money, or the combination of both

like in poetry or stripping,

which are the same

if you gaze at the bare spaces

long enough

and let the words lick you

even longer;

or if they don’t do either

they are doing poetry or stripping,

though the former won’t pay as well

and the latter brings a lot more love

*

I don’t want to be with

her anymore,

but I don’t want to be with

the person who doesn’t want

her more