I am born to break this.
Setting sun soothing and equally cutting through the water.
Cupping water to my face,
hold still and soak in the afterthought of a world
outgrown to escape real monsters.
Pushing the urge to kick and stomp, not so much a big deal
as a sad little reminder of the inconsistencies of everything I want.
The letter bribed from tongue to scribe, I say the show’s good enough
as long as you can take it.
Those bastards are liars, liars who need monkeys. They should advertise
for monkeys who tell lies.
All that fortune-seeking splitting minds and giving way
to weak pleas for merciful deities, neglecting to admit that you bounded head-first
into this one on your own with that unique brand you call logic.
Cut me open and I’ll dive,
drape an overcast of light, a veil, to keep some young thing I forgot to nurture
and keep right. Gut flailing in the wind, but I’ll sing
and spend the hours tucking it all back in.
Shake the cold sweat off and follow the dogs to the good spot
in the sun. I prefer the ocean, and he the city, but we’re smart enough to meet half way.
I’ll give just a little because women do that when they’re nice, and smiles come
rewarded, and time shows the true colors of words and all the intentions
you fought for or left behind.
Discovering the worth of planets in your eyes, a footnote to vindication
and the application of all the worth we compiled in absolute certainty that
we knew better.
Act grown, for real grown, and time will find you away from the things that stuff up
your brain and whitewash the colors.
