Sweetness
i argue
and place a honey dipped finger
on your mouth
shh baby
a snatched back
consequence
look at me straight on
am i easy?
I’m not a one way ticket
I’m a hard earned dollar
but you pull the trigger
and hold the bullet
consider it
between your skinny
sweet fingers
then tuck it in your pocket
my mouth is always smoking
like a ‘67 tempest
picking at the holes in my
t-shirt
barefoot and grinning
getting sand in your seats
i don’t know the reason
i don’t know the answer
but nothing is make believe
i’m on your shoulder
crying for the state
of my salvation
the edge of my wisdom
i eclipse my own youth
with a pulled down
banged up
rattle can sort of
voice
i don’t want it
but it won’t leave
corral me in your little
heart
where i can sleep and get better
than i ever was
10 no’s
1 yes
pretty tough odds
i’ll bet you anything
i won’t go home
Copyright © Willough Gage-Chavez | Year Posted 2022
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