I Deal.

i deal

with the Jerusalem jeers

brambles and boots upon the chest

because i choose to be

inside the sardine can of  the alternative practice

i choose the guns

rather than the ice-sculpted illusions

of invalid-love

or winded ruse of wasted wedding

i choose (by God's whim and peanut gallery)

the crooked

the crime

because it crickets inside

where the cry begins

and biohazard happiness ends

because i choose

my cypress curse

my quiet drums

my moving museums

my rapture roulette

you can bet

i choose whom

and why, how, and when

just because i can.

I deal.

Reviews

[Writer CW Kirkland]

This is a spectacular poem. I am very impressed with your writing overall. I loved the details and imagery, and I appreciate the range of comparisons in this piece. Great write!

This was an effective ending to your poem:
i choose whom
and why, how, and when
just because i can.

I look forward to reading more in the future.