by Paul Hellweg
I meet women,
get interested,
get inspired,
write a poem or two,
get drunk,
e-mail the poems,
never hear back,
and now my dream
is to one day
meet someone
who hates normality
as much as I,
someone
not put off
by my
unconventional
and
defiant
approach
to social niceties,
one woman,
one poem,
one e-mail,
one response,
one dream.
June 25, 2009
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