I write with hours in the internet club
on the first floor of my building. In a way
it satisfies me. Makes me sufficient to myself.
I don’t have to wait for months
some of my phony friends to call.
I write till my last dime.
-How much do I owe?!– Here you are… Have a nice day.
Sometimes strange pictures appear on the internet.
Casino on line. Black jack. Poker. Roulette. Sex.com.
Death hidden under dark overcoat.
I am coming right back,
just to put my suit on and a new tie.
Somewhere, sometime you’ll be happy too. Without me.
Whatever. I was loosing strength for a long time
loving you endlessly, unreservedly. Losing myself.
I cannot do that anymore. Too painful is that for me.