nothing 

running to 
chase dates,
men,
the vision of forever.

Going like rancid hell
In a red bucket .. they go.

Looking under rocks,
Speaking about their plight until they 
Forget their convictions and 
The recipient begins losing concentration.

Harder and harder they trot to assume
The mass of love's storied wealth.

Only tomorrow is now.. 
Foolishness is no excuse.

Voices fall vacant
As
I 

Go see her.