I Stand Here

I stand here stoic, broad shoulders back, wind deposed. Eyes like a stagnant creek, a monument nose, pierced lips. I stand here quivering, individual sand itches like lice. Eyes innervated - jalapeno-bloodshot, a hapless heart attack. I stand here wild, a romantic, ticking-bomb, a roller coaster ride. Teeth piano-key-white, freefall hair, a bumper-car bombastic buffoon. I stand here lurking, licking wallets and purses, prince charming. Banking on the innocent and aged decrepit fools and loving it. I stand here weeping, wretched, remorseful, ashamed, unkempt. Digging at his grave, refusing to accept, strapped to cement. I stand here, an oak, never opening my mouth. What would be the point? The good and evil lean on my trustworthy trunk, umbrellaed under my leaves. 10/10/2018 1st Place Win! Contest: I Stand Here/Craig Cornish