there are so many of them
swarming legions of half men
all with hands out and palms up
with empty pockets
or bags full of baubles
worth less then the worry they cause
when they leave you wondering
if they are even real
or just robots
programmed for a metallic romance
pre-approved courtships like credit cards
you can count on
petty cash
easy come
easy go
they charge
and there are so many of them
countless woman left unaccountable
– female creatures stocked full with breast
fragile beasts with legs spread like sheets, like eagle wings
unbalanced, they succeed in flying only into the dirt
their clouds are mud and i step over them on my way to you
so many scribbling bad checks – they hold not my interest
together we cast off the shackles of their homogenizing stares
together we embrace with a love unprepared
toether we sit still
still human.
still free