A Postulating Profligate

I’ll have one drink.You said that last week. I’ll stay to play cards.You’ll stay until beat. I’ll walk home with a buzz.You’ll walk down the wrong street. I’ll sit to chat.You’ll pay for the private suite. I’ll never go back.You said that last week.

Some Gave All

Look how white they areLike rows of blunt shark teethAs if they’ve been filed downIn protest to draw bloodThe cadaver’s silent demonstrationA picket sign whispering a nameInto a field of forgiveness

Don’t Fool Yourself

To fight is to die To walk is to lie To bow is to crown it yourself To run is to end before it begins To look back is to tempt your fate Thus the might of the sin Relies on your whims And its chance to negotiate