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Island of Men (version)

from The Better Of by Bob Gaulke

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I wrote this in my thirties when I was living in shared housing with three other guys and all of us were single at the time. It's the feeling that you'll never meet anyone again and that you must have done something to deserve this fate.

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Island of Men

You left me on the Island of Men
Me and four guys that can't swim
We feast on your memory with pieces of fruit cake

We remember your skin
Rubbing our hands in fits
It's phosphorescent in our minds
It burns an obscure fire

Spending the night rolling cigarettes
Sucking butts to the lipstick
Taking turns with your dress
Putting a fold in the photograph

You left me on the Island of Men
The silence abuses your memory
Nothing's left of the tin
I’ve become the fruitcake

We've got ugly routines
We use to pass the time
Reenacting painful scenes
Pretending to solve emotional crimes/

Kevin takes me out on your birthday
Robbie takes off your glasses to kiss me—
There's nothing like Parris Island
In the springtime

I remember Christmas
Rafael's playing Jesus
Making love to your stereo
Ryan wears the leotard

Ultimately we know why we're here
But not when
We'll ever be trusted around women again

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from The Better Of, released February 14, 2024

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Bob Gaulke

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Rootless cosmopolitan. I sometimes produce others.

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