Piznarski

you are Piznarski,

caught halfway between Echolls

and the vixen Mars

three nines, two zeroes,

alternating between them,

outside looking in

and the boll weevil

is on the outside of the

outside looking in

either way, you are

the one that priests expel with

high holy water

not even wanted

enough to be on someone's

famous top ten list

love is not a vote

for office, but a throne held

for eternity

is it vice versa,

because lovers can change like

fast traffic signals

people test themselves

for compatibility

or so it seems like

some like the meek and

some like the brash and the bad,

and some mix thereof

some like the Weevil,

some like the Piznarski and

some like the Echolls

and yet it seems like

the nice guys finish last or

not even at all

Piznarski then is

like the Third Way of today,

just lukewarm poison

humans are fickle

like two points making straight lines,

universal fact

but the connection

itself is marred by bad curves

and furious bends

and all points lead to

other points through the same kind

of furious bends

Piznarski never

really had a shot when he

set himself on Mars

because other men

set themselves there beforehand

and the imprint took

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

love is not a vote
for office, but a throne held
for eternity

is it vice versa,
because lovers can change like
fast traffic signals

So true … something to do with biology, I am afraid. Would be nice to find the kind of love that leaves biology in its dust. Another great one, Kenneth.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, Pryde. Glad you like it.