the poison or the antidote
for you, and you know it!
you give me small favours
more cold than aloof,
your vaccine is a tawdry air
the scrawl on a strange arm,
you have my heart and I’d like it back
as your alphabet, impaled on a bayonet,
I turned from man to a mound of quarry
a bloody mess, the huntswomans property,
like boudicca fronting battle
a general at each shoulder,
by purpose or mental design we try
we dream to survive the monotony,
though its a whole fall to a zero
when I drowned in your iris,
the dog yapped and wagged its tail
and you said tongue in cheek he believes in me,
how many layers of sarcasm will do
we can add another coat if you dare,
a trip, a slip and a fall from grace
even demons at one time enjoyed a faith,
you’re not blind if you close your eyes
you can’t see my love any less clearly,
we used to propagate each others souls
now we wish for grains of hush,
you remind me of when we baked bread
you a cactus needle that could pierce the roof,
that homely smell that oozes familiarity
but makes a mess of the love affairs shine,
a kaleidoscope of rays of lux
mix me a sweet soft drink that I may join in,
seconds thoughts come and load my glass
I’ll drink your poison, I don’t want the antidote,
