Warranted

It’s as if she steadies men
Prepares them, all beads and baskets
For more explainable women
She is killing dysfunctional
Swaddling anger in art and
Growing brighter by the drizzling hour
Tackling only the jungle in her
The dense and three times magnified.

And I, unable to commune with
Myself, larva that I continue to be,
Play like the tide and swindle
Men into whistling bystanders
Sandy-eyed and heedless
I build my image dollar upon dollar,
Murdering in the savannah
And shedding ne’er a tear

At this she is instantly uprooted
Her heart’s blood on the crest of the dune
She identified my manufactured passion
And intended to divulge my worst-
Gore sulking behind the eyes of a doll
So I will win a warm hand to hold
And self-satisfaction to the hilt

Now she is not so infuriated,
She floats in calm with the algae
Educated by her every pore
Open swings the padlock on her mind,
Freeing you of your rumored stronghold
Adopting neutrality’s child in state

She christens us manipulator and liar
And effectively eludes her every care.

9 May 2009