Today I found an old poem I wrote.

The Last Rim Job

My head was spinning,

My tongue casually rimming,

I stop to sigh.

Embracing the mutual apathy,

And faux self-revolting sympathy,

Waiting for the bus,

On city nights

I cry.

Searching for wordless rights,

On cold city nights,

I pause,

And tell a lie.

His honesty spun to self pity,

A Valentine of Revere Beach titty,

We laugh,

Then say goodbye.

Take my hand,

An end to needless strife,

They don't understand,

The only fag in my life,

Is me.

Goddamn these days,

We drifted our separate ways.