Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume Two Issue One       

Glenn Sheldon

Dumping a Lover, Seeking Another 

My diary tried to make our last night
sexy, a bad film without a Warhol showing.

Now the clubs and I understand
the chicanery of all exorcisms.

I let tombstone salesmen surround me
like gravediggers or pizza paparazzi.

Suddenly my testosterone sought
harmony. Hitchhiking to Land’s End

I became the heartbreaker I sought.
I joined half-naked dancers in the dunes.