Post by Steve on Oct 1, 2016 8:53:00 GMT -5
there was a bantering, a battery of dialogue,
a puzzle of sentence fragments and poor syntax
I couldn't solve.
i discovered when i arrived,
that it was spoken code-of disgruntled wives.
that one statement had the polar sincerity
of a suicide love letter.
contained generations of gender animosity,
spilt over brim and wrenched air from my lungs,
dimmed my eyes-illumination yet relit.
my maturing mind couldn't deny satisfaction
and pursued further questions.
i knelt.
my laces suddenly loosened.
slyly slid my heart into my socks.
off the scalding asphalt before it charred or bruised.
...don't worry.
i'm father
to no one.
a puzzle of sentence fragments and poor syntax
I couldn't solve.
i discovered when i arrived,
that it was spoken code-of disgruntled wives.
naively
i squeezed between
inhale
exhale
of their mystical punctuation
...About how ALL men are assholes.
that one statement had the polar sincerity
of a suicide love letter.
contained generations of gender animosity,
spilt over brim and wrenched air from my lungs,
dimmed my eyes-illumination yet relit.
naively
i claimed
no
affiliation
with conversing rectums
who are the catalyst of
all
conundrums
...Maybe not. But YOUwill
Become one.
my maturing mind couldn't deny satisfaction
and pursued further questions.
...Because You Are
your
Father's
son.
i knelt.
my laces suddenly loosened.
slyly slid my heart into my socks.
off the scalding asphalt before it charred or bruised.
...Don't worry. Every woman knows this.
just-try to be less of
one.
naively
i loved, but never
completely.
thirty, almost one,
unmarried
celibate
chose the road closest to achievable victory
...don't worry.
i'm father
to no one.