Huh? Huh.

pelting against my sternum, venom
concern for suppressed feelings
Emotions? Emotive
the plan was not supposed to

huh. the mental collapse led
Destruction? Destructive

potential lost at the whim of whiskey

I am the passion play anarchist
the capitalist’s communist preacher
Teacher? Teaching
I am a mass of pure mistake

it’s cold in my heart’s prison cell
I’m too old to try again – after this
Beyond? Gone
there is no other to her

no complimentary gift consolation
prize. a message to cupid –
Thank you? No thanks

I don’t understand what she’s
deciding,
who she’s letting go

Her lover?
Her friend

Her both.
Her self.

- gypsy george.