the playboy of the Western world leaves the field to those who desire it–

experience teaches and experience
wears

I am done with many women
it was a long seven years
it raped the soul and scraped the
soul
but there was sometimes
what they call love

I peeked into lives like a
schoolboy outside a circus
tent, hey
I sat in female bedrooms adding
manure to my ego

I am done with many women
one good woman is enough

if I can bring her less
pain
if she can bring me less
pain
that’s sensible and dramatic
and not cowardly

I can hold a cigarette
that way
hold a bottle in my hand
that way
feed the cat
that way
look out the window
that way
and the sidewalks won’t
be bitter

look at my death standing
smiling, saying

shit, cowboy, you’ve come
someway.