Lovable Boy

Does your Life excite you, you Lovable boy?
All the Drinking, the girls, the smoke screen dreams?
Do you like how you treat everyone like a new shiny toy?
And then bask in the thrill of hearing their screams?

Oh Boy, you're running out of all your juice
Soon you will fade and wilt like the rest
To be left alone in your self abuse
Because though the potential was there . . .
You will never be one of the best.


I've been reading Eileen Myles, "Inferno" right now and have been so inspired. Granted my poetry lacks a lot but it's fun to play around with another form of expression :)