5.26.17
SUGARDADDY
regarding attention
too detailed to really be sown into some prism
you’ve decided to call it evil
by the beard on it’s snout
i’ve told you “yes” but only in the lightness of interpretation
fate, definition and discipline call it the law
i’m in-prisoned by a push for balance
shackled by guilt
ive sent a man to trial
for sequestering an idea of me
walled in by his thoughts
words that follow you home
crawl into your belly at night
dig out past nightmares
and leave you sighing with defeat
perhaps
if i could show you my shame-wounds
you would think twice
before you spit heavy desires
on my shirt.
this is not just about you.