“Dagger Point”


The call time tuned counterpoint

Amid solo snaring drum

Tangoing this prosody in perplexed steps

Caught me,

Between the devil and the deep blue see.


At dagger point,

Poked in the polyamorous-tent of gold’s forging

Lo two rattling undesired perils propelling


Do I undock the ornate pot of jewelries on that bent apple tree,

And delve the red orchard full of beehives,

And thole through its true tragedous sting?


Or expede home with this empty barrel

That dissipates no strength

But emit jest laughter of celibacy

Scourged and counterposed

On the brink of manhood?

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