you know I really
like to write about woman
it's not because I love them or hate them,
it's just easy
and there always around,
at the store, at a school, at work,
on your bed, in a car, at a jazz club, at a party,
on your best friend's arm, you name it they're there
they make the greatest poems and stories
sometimes they even like to read them and beg
to read the rest
but you see the saddest part about it is I don't write much
about a woman until after she's gone
that's when the best shit comes;
when you don't have to worry about what they think
-not that I ever worried anyway
it just seemed more appropriate that way
those legs, the black, red, blonde, brown, hair is unforgettable
but the legs are always the best
I never forget a woman's legs
Friday, May 16, 2008
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