Simply said you are here again.
The paths of misdirection I traveled through the years,
Become the web of my own misdirection.
Wearily, I return to find you, my Fear
Still smug and arrogant, well rested from my absence.
I’ve brought my weapons, each a painful fret of
Attention and choice, the treasures of my journey.
You laugh as they tumble from behind my guess-which
Hand-clenched fists, as worthless as extra items from
The lemonade stand on the corner.
The immediacy of your presence begs my insecurity;
To speak to you, acknowledge my weakness,
Atoning my betrayal and explaining insubordination.
The grapes I feed you after removing a million tiny seeds,
The pineapple you find succulent while my mouth cankers.
You ask me to dance once again.
Without moving I am at once struggling in your arms.
Seasick without direction, falling without gravity,
Drowning in my own blood, smothered by your stench.
I gasp for air, and command my heart to beat.
In my undoing, you let me fall from you.
Me, the prisoner who drools on the boot of your mastery,
You, who casually picks from his teeth the carcass consumed.
“You are mine” you rasp as you retreat to watch the rebuild,
In patient wait again to destroy my territory.
