We had conversed by email & telephone
When I arrived at his home office in West Hollywood
Book were stacked & scattered all about
That gave illusion and aura to my desires
I was lead up the stairs to close the contract
And I sure wished for lots of good bucks
We negotiated the deal & yet in the end
When he withdrew his generous offer
But he told me I was brave to be a poet
That meant fucking stupid & yet
I was well lubed & thanked
And yet screwed out out of luck
Terrence Sykes is a GASP Gay Alcoholic Southern Poet & was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia. Although he is a far better cook & gardener – his poetry - photography - flash fiction has been published in India, Mauritius,Scotland, Spain and the USA. ..Other interests include heirloom vegetable research & foraging wild edibles .
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