Damocle

I am dancing six-foot-six.

I am shouting lullabies and then…

I am waking up to death from that dream.

I was sleeping.

 

I was cliff-hanging from a kiss.

Unsure of the reason, but…

I was kissing a slip knot.

Maybe… I was walking dead.

 

Most of all I am fucked.

I am fondling ineptitude to win with my own laws…

Caught… with my tongue stuck in the mouth of a dream.

And I am just “jay-walking” into the end.

 

I am holding no hand…

Smelling no hair…

I am smiling so false, I am fractured all over.

I am smiling so false because I’m stuck in the verb, “love”.

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[Emily B]

I might suggest that you are truly fortunate in the world where you are king, but perhaps your situation is held too precariously in the hands of fortune.