My Regret
There are plenty of men
with whom
Eye wish Eye had never gone to bed —
probably all of them
for there was never one
who stood out above all the rest —
concerning “Love” that is —
the first was a French Jew Dope Dealer
living with his mother
and fathering a little boy —
the last was, oh, who was that?
And with none of them
did Eye find Myself
in the throes of ecstatic “True Love”
(whatever THAT is)
Oh! Woe Is Me…