The pathetic fury of you

Like King Canute

You rage at the waves

Like a vampire

You cringe at the light of day

your ego lolls on crippled sticks

Spite

Wraps Tight

in a humourless twist of

lips

The centre of your clamped, cruel little world,

you seethe.

You take steps to ensure I can't breathe.

And I say no.

no

no

no

(looking at this thing, this wretched, unspeakable thing)

no no no

I WILL NEVER BE YOU -

But

your padlocked

jaw

and

compassionless

stare

Tell me I'm already there.