Getting Hooked on Free Verse

four years old, my first crush on Roy Rogers

zoned out of my mother’s world of spankings

screams and Marlboros…dreaming ever since

first experience in love was a rape

married twice, fantasizing ideal men

paid their bills as they strayed to “better” chicks

left them both, turning daydreams into scripts

but again, my mind was thinking of men

the brave cowboy knight in shining armor

but now, i am not the girl they dream of

fed by the internet pornography

they can have all the high maintenance

obedient youngsters they desire

sans spending a cent or feeling a thing

i try not to feel abandoned alone

at least all of my scant money is mine

and my wit and friendships are still intact

reality sometimes seems a bit dull

and Trigger is stuffed in a museum