The American Man

                                              The American Man


Decisions of a lifetime made by men in the wild

Questions of preferences between spicy and mild

Choosing that woman to be the container for your child

Knowing nine months later, the house will go from quiet to loud



Incidents called incidents but genuine intentions were there

 Penis doesn’t just fall into vagina, it always starts with a seductive stare

Time spent away from home to reduce the new Sesame Street sound blare

Intimate nights with others; to your lover: its unfair

　

Confess every Sunday at Cathedral, but to your lover you never do

Morbid contemplations of mutual cheating so “we can both be at fault too”

Late night microwave meals never reheated, not even your favorite beef stew

Liquid diet of scotch to stay sane, your teeth never chews



Telephone locked with code to avoid a potential scold

 Seeking sympathy by saying pneumonia but really it’s the common cold

 All bets are in, are you all in or do you fold?

 The American man simply does everything he is told

Finally Home

                                  FINALLY HOME

Taxi driver, be my savior for the hour

Travel me around this concrete forest

Relieve me from stares and judgment from locals and tourist

Appropriately, for being slumped over a NO LOITERING stoop on Bleecker

Regretting ingesting poison to commemorate never again seeing her

Earlier,

The walk from Prince Street to Bleeker was spent entirely redialing unanswered calls and stressing over un-replied text

Stomach churning anticipation ushers into speed walking cause her buildings was next

Arrival, or more like the fight for survival, sweat begins collecting in my socks

Slight index finger pressure on apartment 4A on pre-entry apartment voice-box

Transmitting voiceover stating:

“please leave, we‘re over”

Instantaneously Bleecker becomes bleaker

Coincidently,

As the evening progressed the Whisky began to taste weaker.

Still slumped and without help, I nominate a passerby as my designated taxi hailer

“obtain one in my honor sir; for safe keeping at this point is a requirement for me”

I’VE DRUNKEN MYSELF IN A STUPOR AT THIS EVENINGS LOSS OF she

Stares and murmurs follow but seriously taken I was not

Just another inebriated announcer on this particular Manhattan block

Greatest city in the world and passerby’s give you the dial tone

All I needed was a cab ride to Great Jones to finally get home