Fruitful Company
“I’ll be your friend in hell, until then
I despise you.”
-The Starting Line
they are always watching
from below
which is here
this fear
red-faced aggravation
with melancholy passiveness
they invite the tension
so I shake their hand
and accept their mocking stare
I do dare
I wish to break
from this collar
a comfortable relationship
lacking trust
just an occurrence
washed in vanity
keeping enemies close
displacing the self
with certainty
and calm
and with logic.
Copyright © Justin Presson | Year Posted 2009
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