I know that I can create
Exuberant, silky verse
Spangled and sugary
If I want to
For entertainment value.
But to dissect your manipulation
Of orgasmic diction,
Its flawlessness so blatant,
Reminds me I'm a cliché too
And leopard-print eyelashes
Are best left to the photographer.
But, being Lazarus,
I meant to be emblazoned on
The navy sky
A constellation
Revered for its masterful pulchritude,
Not painted over with disappointing failure.
I spit the word "seventeen"
Like venom,
And scrub away my inexperience
With ink. |