I cannot share my deepest thoughts here.

I cannot share my deepest thoughts here.
By Christopher J. Bradley
8/1/2002 5:43:32 AM
I cannot share my deepest thoughts here
Not among the endless cups of boiling coffee
And blues singers wailing on the radio
Not among the cubicles in neat perfect rows.
I look often for a place to bind to
For a companion to comfort me
Someone who’s toenails I could clip
After a bottle of champagne in a warm bath towel.
We would talk
And I would tell her how she hasn’t been
The only one I’ve ever cared for
But that she was the first to ride
By my side saddle in the new Mustang.
But somehow I think
The fantasy of that whole stanza
In the greater work of my ultimate comedy
Cannot be fate or destiny
For as I improve I find myself seeking
After something more tangible
An individual who can be all of these
Wild urban debutante Jennifer Lopez fantasies
But that yet I can trust.
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