Confessions of a Jerk

The endearing quality
of incompetence,
the staleness of regret
linger over a bowl
of ramen noodles.

The short answers
stick. History has
no time for long winded...

I, forgotten.

Will she remember me?

Hunched over a mass
of bad poetry,
scurrying, scrambling
for rich line to
purchase a smile,
forever and evermore.