[Not All Are So Perilous] a poem

-because I have no lover
and no lover has love for me,
how easy I find those reckless dares,
placing life endanger,
all the same,
giving life its significance-

-not all my days are littered
with adrenaline rushing dopamine;
some are simple-

-the other night, stopping in
at a bar, I saw a lady sitting alone;
I ordered a drink, tipping the bartender
to ensure anonymity was kept;

-for the next half hour,
the pleasure of watching her
flush blush, smiling, on her
phone, I imagine she was updating
her girlfriend on the going-ons,
beginning the lush,
leaving her well loose, open
for the man who isn't this man,
to buy her a second-



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Just a Body]