I …. don’t want to feel like my intelligence is a crime

Like…I’m so up there you come up to me for air


Only to deflate your heart because my sublime

Analogies are acquired tastes like kiwi or lime

For I’m …that tree with roots and if you climb inside my mind

I will bear fruits and consume your heart with my juices

I’m hoping we share more conversation than bodily fluids

Druids maybe old school like my principles

But if I make your body sing at all, it will be because our hearts were first in tune

Myself I prim and prune, like the constant gardener

A gladiator with your calmness and poise and ardour

See I want our battleground to be a fairground where weapons are toys

Where ploys are used to engage and not enrage but enrich our connection

Knowing yourself, rep your section show me self affection

Before my intervention,

Before I become the selected centre of your attention

See my intention is to know the time, work your clock

Locate the battery, then if we click, we rock

Polish each other like rough diamonds

You say you’re simple like Simon but I’m hoping that your complexity comes at me from all angles

Decorating your beauty like bracelets, bangles, baubles

I’ll be standing tall because I was prepared to let my thoughts go and fall for you

Where there is naught for I or you to prove we can be one were two

Divided but Undivided conquered by requited forces overriding our logic yet uniting our better natures

Nurturing our pens as we write without erasers, chapters over pages of life until we find each other in the heart of an anthology

We are made to make mistakes but with life moving too fast to take breaks we leave ourselves in the hands of fates narration of our unrevised biography

As yet if my geared mind intimidates and forces your apology for your inability to meet me ideologically halfway, then either you’re punching above your weight or I’m punching below mine

See I am inclined to fall in line for the dovetail, feel loves gale but I am not designed for wastes of time

Not a booty call or a life line only for you to hang up with your hang ups putting me out to dry because you cleaned me out with your dirt

If you aspire to profit from my self worth then I decline to be a short–term mirror of your worst flaws

So pause

Before you sharpen your claws you better ask yourself if losing yourself in the roars of this lion will lead you to Zion or expose you as fraudulently desirous

When loves been a losing game and the stakes are high risk

Remember you don’t get the luck of the Irish just because someone commands your iris


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One response to “Barfly

  1. I’m really feeling this poem. The flow of it as well as the subject matter is so on point.

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