Reverse Psychology

Been a while since
I posted notice with
a small but bright flyer:

“Henceforth let it be known
that this S. O. B.
surrenders any compulsion
to seek and attract love.
From now on, if it finds him,
he’ll accept it
and if it doesn’t
he’ll be cool with that,
even
if it’s right there,
within reach.”

Pasted up that notice,
sat back,
waited.  

Still waiting today — 
more desperately but
as still as stone;

though the old flyers
are wind ripped, rain blotted,
and not much visible,

I am a man of my lonely,
ill-advised words and compulsion
is too easily misread from outside

to move at all upon any tug
I might feel from anyone,
any tug at all.