Thorn Remainder
Hook weight-bait sinks in my gullet barbed and jostling
Slice and grip the bulk of rank positional credence of
choice
Bursts into my consciousness like a construction remediation
vehicle
Transporting demolition debris to a future Superfund site
Destined to blow the atom bomb on my pancreas
Doctor-to-be Matt off to rotations and idle ship set sail
for a vacation
Port in my ear, call waiting, clicking over kept on hold
Love at the ready, drive up and steady in the pinch of
options I imagine
Taller and more available than me, better bedrooms and
better sleep
I am microwave ready, a Thanksgiving Friday bevy of
nutrients
Steam-blasted and sugar-sipped, universally un-chosen
The can of cranberries in the refrigerator, gelatin
congealed
I broke a rock and poured this yolk, fried on a sidewalk,
stepped over
My frying love, crisped and orange sphere exploded in the
request for you
To raise me up from here to your lips, I fell runny and
sludge
Impossible that you would choose me given the choice or
loveable in this muck
Tattoo my foolish gullible ineptitude by accepting these
Trojan calls
How can I love you contemplating how I feel I was nothing at
all?
What and why do you desire whatever you desire?
As the fishing lines go yesterday bled me deeper like a rose
from a friend
Petals for whomever and a thorn remainder to my end
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