Immutable Man

Immutable Man

I wanted you to be the face I woke up to

The balance to that equation

The variable proofed out and surrendered to like an adjacent

Mechanism of must affixed to every conjunction of but

Hanging there on sentences rendered to time

To have whatever chaos, whatever pains or passions or refrains

Circling the music halls of this stadium playing out

But there was you in equilibrium

The counterpoise for the equipoise, the counterpoint

Of melodic lines combined so that they establish a harmonic relationship

While retaining their individuality

A contrasting but parallel element entwined with mine

Your heart was like this beautiful tragedy of un-flagged territory

To straddle my steed in a land rush in an overture for your emotional core

And in this dash what was in a sunset shared is now fleeting with dawn

This ponderosa is howling in precarious teetering, cockeyed and lopsided

I wanted you to love me and find an ebullient passion

For this conjoining and in the tragedies of realities

The fluctuating variables provide derivative rates of non change

Unsuitable for your calculus to find symmetry for a girl awash in mutability

The irony in the cast-iron cattle brands how can I deny who I am

Stuck out here in hick-town tumble weeds rolling and the city calling your sounds

In the crux of all this love, it sits here torrid in this campfire for you

Beachwood burnt and all this hurt of what I can not change

The immutable man out on this range pleading to a sky on fire in the algebra of us

Knowing parts of you are so slippery for me to grip, evasive and permeating the picture

Of us in a family photo, the portrait of our Bible, the lines of time of your career

Setting your keys on the counter of a day’s fruition contemplating the guilt

Of this room like a prison to dreams wanting you to want this

Wanting you to find joys divergent and yet I shed this selfishness to offer you the freedom

To live in fluxing mercurial flicker to paint your own canvas, to select your own hues

With a man capable of the white backdrop for the genesis of your iterations

I am undeniably branded, tattooed without the benefit of surgical remedy

Part of me is stricken with a pain beyond that of my own scars

That in addition to their culminating narrative, they have now cost me you

Unbalancing and heavy, mendacity no, this actually happened in a pain most genuine