electric fence
you kept a nee appraisal in your erstwhile visions field
that flow of emotional slurry had no real sex appeal,
its drug was hard to blend and its drink distilled but no imbibe
you run my parallel risk as with your touch my skin is fried,
you use me like a skittle down a long wooden alleyway
and if I could see it coming I’d surely move out of the way,
your fingers stuffed in my eyes like an oval bowling ball
you rub your red flag across my freshly shaved head;
admiring its contours and then coldly contemplating a spell,
a hash-brown of a ride that never seems to end as well as hoped
feeling like a tramp in winter under a fresh blanket of powdery snow,
I fell down the stairs of your unimpressed and sternly austere glare
like a human slinky I did creep, your electric fence gave me a jolt too low,
