This one goes out to the hand jobs I missed,
to the alleyway assignations
I accidentally avoided,
to all those lips which
I proved unable to kiss.

Raise a glass to the night
and its infinite opportunities
only available if you’re aware of them
or willing to dare.
Let us drink
to those unlimited abortions
of possibilities unpursued.

The chance not taken
is the best one of all
because all of its potential
is in imagination:
more powerful
and wider than anything mired in reality.

God bless you,
illusory skanks of my dreams.
You are finer than anyone
I shall ever know
in this cruel and tattered world.