what fits in a head shaped box


I've been accused of being the possessor of
bitter bitter bitter sour grapes
women who've told me I covet
the flamboyant toys owned by the alpha alpha males
thick in bank deep bank notes and the
goddamned cold statuette women who
know they wound you as you look
or I get myself to
rooms where books are in poets
they talk an hour and beautiful
rich ladies step up to
have a book climaxed
the ones who're on the notice board
we'll shake little hands they'll pat my head say
well if you write keep writing
the tips of copper domed art deco buildings are
only maybe half as green as me