Mohawk On Display

Here’s a poem I wrote for Binghamton’s Q Magazine (February is a special “Fetish” edition).  Let me know what you think!

Unique…Just Like Everyone Else

I’ve gone through hell since you left me.
I’d forgotten how lonely life can be.
Sleeping alone is not the same,
And at night I wake myself calling your name.
I thought life was perfect - I guess I was wrong.
But I can’t live without you.  I’m not that strong!
I know you said true love doesn’t exist.
Still, whatever we had is sorely missed.
I’ve tried new girlfriends, therapy, and even weird porn,
But your memory continues to jab like a thorn.
Because worst of all, I thought you should know,
I can’t get off without your sixth toe.