cut to the chase, and give up
all my worldly tangles for dead weight, ore the bow.
Like I gave up cigarettes as an afterthought
to a life spent before there ever was a You
quite like you.
But in these times of introversion,
tapping my fingers to what beats my melody
I still feel like a Smokin' Joe
dropping Pink Manilla bombs; bloom of every page.
Eyes widen and swell
and trickle down to yesterdays
while the world rocks me to buckle in stagger-wither
rock me, never to fell me- no, not this Spartan, blue.
Pride goeth, and here I stay
like dancing butterflies, so bee.stung.hearted
and rebel.yelling,
Come, world.
Put up your devil dukes and let me see you
shimmy round this left hooking heartstring
come over your bend- the bluff,
drinking force from her sigh like the river Styx
not a heel for hate to cull from me. No vulnerability
where there is she.
I'll mark these gloves with valentines and send
bulls in our road to the rafters.
To the wayside.
And love you like you were my white whale.
Stand, naked and fearless on the rocks and let you
Swallow me whole
because after all this time I've spent going Ahab
You are the only one
who gets me
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