Jacket with Elbow Patches

Bowled over
Spilling seed daily
You stumbled upon holy land.

I am simply a bumbler-blunderer

I muddle through, too

Whoring and boring
The light darkened on Saturday sadomasochism

Who put you out
Who was first to love your bird-spirit?

You were first to tell me to laugh into echo chamber
You were first to wear it on the sleeve like newest fashion
And honesty of "I will not change."

Perhaps you are right.
Life is too short to compromise,
To try loving the wrong gods

Flutter away, caressing the lace I never wore
And severe vest
here in the mechanized chamber of holding hands
and loyal breathing.

I will never wear the crown.

Hat's put aside,
Old man-tweed
and hairbrush

Before sleep on my own.

Your squire's marked by a jacket with elbow patches
But she fights alone.
8/26/12