Stumble stumble

Why do we get hopeful,
When the only
Pretty girl
In a college
Of five fucking thousand
Drunk snapchats us?

And then radio silence.
Forever.

Such is life,
Sisyphean, sad, pathetic,
That we live.
And love.

Dear person or interest,
Let's Snapchat!

Man of age

Get a job now,
they say to me,
a 'man of age',
kulli  of expectations,
unmarried to not-a-wife,
and father of unborn child.

Head held high,
I
trudge along,
in the minefields
of relationships
and the trench-fields of
those marriage talks.

Little do they know.
I am a deserter.

Head held high,
A man of age,
I,
will get a job now.