~Bullet Hole Persuasion~

I hate to burden you,

while you lie like turned turtle
legs pounding a walkway of nothing

But, there is brevity of time to consider,
that warm wet circle is no lovers kiss
placed upon your chest for a deed forgiven.
Already umbrage creeps across your eyes
and your pallor reminds me of teachers hand
ingrained with chalk.

My tariff is paid and I have a mimosa cocktail
like a Caribbean sunset waiting to drown your scent.

So please, no pregnant pauses, let’s abort casual conversation
and no lash with your legendary satire.
Cut to the mustard, let’s close this circle.
Re-align the geometry of your crooked crime.

When you stick your finger up the arse of a beast
You’re going to be propping up some asphalt highway
Probably with shit still under your nails

It’s not clever to be silent when your wife
is still in my car …