a great man and a lamp post.

despite everything
I think I could get a great man
to fall in love with me
I would trap
a helpless cigarett
between
my crimson lips
I'd let free
my tangled heap
of dark brow hair
I'd smile
smile constantly
as if he were never to see
my smile again
I'd wear one a them hippy shirts
all floral and chiffon
all delicate and glorious
I d let fall
all my complex
philosophical thought
compressed in
my collaborate
wide wide set
of vocabulary
Id say
i had always wished
and repelled away from greatness
that the very idea of repel and fear
fueled greatness
"so my not gettin it
maybe the very means in which I'd get it"
and smerk
than act as if
he
and that lamp post
are of
equal worth.