flirting with thin-lipped chicks from Long Island.
I wonder if pulling the cancer card would work.
there are too many flaky Laurens lurking about.
they all want to date a poet until it actually happens.
trying to get some work done before my birthday.
yawning at the Yankees game yet stressing.
praying for the patience to be present.
yesterday. tonight. tomorrow. eternal recurrence.
I am a collection of women.
exhausted with myself.
you were the gem of my hem.
all the good songs.