Flooding Thoughts

The pretty girls need no “normal” guy.
They need no contemporary Romeo.
No incomplete naysayer.

How about a lost giver?
Retro-mind-sweeper, has crept up, slaughtered,
and misread.

Mentally, I’m disturbed.
Socially, I’m inept.

It’s the slop that drudges out New Orleans’ menstrual cycle,
tomorrow.

Yesterday I left.
A few days ago came
and went.
I’ll see them later.

Their reflections allow me to vent.