MARCH
My head is in bits, don’t know what’s happenin’,
it’s all crazy stuff.
I put an ad in the paper to get a girl,
just like last year and look where that got me—
not a ******’ sausage.
They say I’ll find love but when will it happen
and will it last in my precarious life?
I still love a baby girl but our relationship keeps
falling apart, so I try to move on.
It this right, for me to do this and move my life on?
I think it is but only time will tell.
I would like to meet someone who makes me laugh
and to share a life with
but it seems like idle dreaming of a romantic fool.
from THE COMPLETE NICK ARMBRISTER POETRY COLLECTION Volume 1 1996 - 2013
