FACE-OFF

 

So you think I will bow down

To your white colossal mountain

I shan’t even twitch, let alone move an inch

Allow me this

For I say when, if, how, and why

I see you

I hear you

I feel you

Would I lie if I say I want none of what you got

Not in the least of bits

I won’t lie at your crooked feet

For you are the ultimate invader

You musky penetrator of my cheek

And so no will of mine

Will result in your hostile embrace

Kindly take your vulgarity and oppression

To the next eager victim

Not this day

Not tomorrow’s eve

Will you see me in chills

Nor walk away, I’ll stay here

If I shall become faceless

Then it is my time and your deed.

For Tim.

6.17.11