Singleness: the poem

Singleness

Single's something sorta special.
sedan sideswipes like a senior
just a sojourn to the solstice
Full of options for it's failure

An open meadow, when the herd is through
moist with dung, and selfdeception
things might grow
but smell alone can stun the soul

It is freedom from compassion
with a sprinkle of seduction
strapless slashes, in stilettos
arms length distance, served with smiles

And we're out of stock
of strapping strangers
but we still have slews of stalkers
any studs
were nipped by girls when they were buds

It's the story of a lifetime
simmered down now to synopsis
superficial, skim the surface
siphon full of scum and psychos

sudden spasmodic
where once there was sex
subtle smite from the almighty
yet more fun
than being stuck to only one