Your bold starts
tricked the monsters in me
into believing
as much as you amaze,
accidentally.
Leave me your debts,
our family will bury
a good deal more.
You delivered on every hope,
dark and foreboding,
both bitter and smooth,
that’s your beauty.
Plum lipped kisses
protected my insides
from misuse and violation,
what a relief to know
the fine face of my abuse!
Out of this world
and any known galaxies,
those gallant nights saved me
in my time of need.
You restored my
lost visionary fuses,
there was a sense of safety
in falling for a feared man.
The gifts of you,
and my gifts, too,
crossed the desert on foot,
fighting for neutral passage
to the dreamscape marketplace.
Bronzed and golden,
spiked traditions,
improved lives,
or – indentured poverty?
Searching the synthetic residents
for any magic left in their lead smiles,
free-channelling the synthesis
between what you want
and having your needs met,
nothing more.
Aside from insider details,
no benefits,
this is as low as it gets.
Global policyholders
can call toll free,
but only first-class citizens
have enough sense
for the pay-phone machines.
