The Men in My Life the men in my life are sweet sharp vacant vacant in the absence of words and deeds like empty hallways with no picutres at all and no light switches but dim lighting from bad bulbs with no wattage or sweet when it hurts or sharp when they're gone like a memory of sharpness you know it was there like a shank in a cell like a shank in my pocket like a shank to my heart the men in my life are sweet sharp and vacant vacant as a gray concrete cell with no windows If I'm honest I'm not a prisoner of the men in my life Just one man just one man