First man I thought I was going
to be your prize fight,
the record breaker,
not some knock kneed tree at the
end of your garden,
the big nosed hot shot who
can't score points at the pool table.
I don't even know who you are anymore.
You fed me and I grew and
everywhere you kissed flowers
popped out like a cork screw,
and these bark bound babies have opened
their mouths
in spite of near asphyxiation.
Don't you think they have a right to
love too?
but love is a chopped tree,
love is staying mute all night
with eyes wide open,
those four letters conceal
something annhilating,
causing train wrecks,
planes to crash,
and the building of my body
goes tumbling
all the way
down.