Myopathy, AIDS and a Few Other Things
Posted: September 7, 2012 Filed under: POEMS, Psychology, Sexuality | Tags: muscles, myopathy Leave a commentSummer’s muscles become autumn branches
Spindly things without romances
And on the streets the leaves have dances
Taunting all your lost last chances
The taut fine skin becomes onion paper
Crinkly, wrinkly, to close the semester
My meager tome proves I’m an imposter
Who scribbled for naught in a cloister
The head is shorn of all its hair
The people gawk and laugh and stare
My fists would like to shout beware
But they’re exhausted with despair
My stunning, sterling acumen
Is a man done in by estrogen
The brilliant brain is beaten, barren
All my thoughts, clichéd, common
The member that once thrusted with pride
Withers and wanes and wants to hide
Implies manhood’s not bona fide
Leads me straight toward suicide
Copyright, David Gottfried, 2005