coming around

several years ago I had it with a brunette,
it was the best love had to offer. a year after that I tried it
with a blonde, she fucked me well, and
my best friend after that. I tried it with a redhead, a poet, her
writing was worst than mine. had professional differences.
got the fuck out of there.
I tried it with a budding model, tan skin, black hair.
one night I was at a house party
and I invited her over. out of dumb luck, the house was where an ex lived.
she pulled in and thought it was a joke,
came crashing through the
door like rambo
in high heels.
looked around,
ex boyfriend, new boyfriend.
fire in her eyes.

raw luck.

never saw her again.
I tried it with a married woman from Chicago, married to a marine.
was trying to get even with fate(she thinks she's a model too).
She got divorced, flew back to
Chicago, and sends me pictures now and then.
I still thought of my brunette.
I tried it with an artist. worst than the redhead,
easier on the nerves. got lost somewhere in Santa Barbara and
never wanted to go back. bad in bed, bad at love, and worst at art.
too much ambition. not enough life.
came across another blonde- no soul there- too much life.
fell in love with a mermaid at best buy. no luck there.
lost sanity in May,
wrote life in its raw form and
came back around sometime in June.