Collusion

A Poem

The quid pro quo game aged so quickly took on its moldy tones blue visions of distaste which actually seem to be green That breakfast I promised you that never did materialize Now I’m wander over to the breaking point and turned hostage in an attempt to flee all negotiations The depth of your head has made me laugh but that was when I still knew what laughter meant Vicariousness now the sentence for losers but only for the unashamed menaces of a ill-considered look Makeup slanted distorted eyes changed into teardrops rouge that roughs me up by its mere presence And I so badly wanted you here and I so badly didn’t want to have to go this alone like a Marathon runner with a case of foot poisoning who doesn’t die at the end but is still breathing

Yeah is still breathing

J.D. Harms 2020