Dug My Eye Patch But Not My Broken Crown
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Borough of Lost Boys
*i’m desperate to believe i’m the hustler
so end up being the last one to see
i’m the hustled*
*the booty call’s an odd thing
arrogance blinds me
into thinking i’m taking a piece of them
with each toe-curling orgasm
so it’s a harsh surprise
searching the top of my dresser
months later
to find money they’ve planted
and my dignity missing*
*i’ve chased the myth of normalcy
through mundane beginnings
to cringe-worthy ends
but the most liberating thing i’ve seen
is the only people i know who aren’t fucked up
are ones i don’t know well*
*i’m not complicated as i’d like to believe
neither are you
or people you love and hate
our experience all vines
from the same simple template
the only variation is in details
i, and you, will only become fascinating
after realizing how similar we are
to each other
and everyone we know.*
-one eye open-
*by someone followed only by the blind*
(frankie leone, just a man)
One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Jersey Shore: Let’s Find Some Frogs
It’s been some time since a Frankie Leone, Borough of Lost Boys, piece has been published here – reading this one is like meeting up with a friend you don’t see very often but always enjoy getting into trouble with. 😉 Frankie, in addition to his Brooklyn missed connections messages, is also pretty active on 
