Should I coolly cascade up the stairs
and meet him.
Should I throw down our faces
and our wits
or should I not.
Should I buy the beer
and frost a heart
as one would a glass.
Should I sift the sawdust
for the diamonds that lay there.
Should my elbow be more
mahogany than bone.
Should she behind the bar
know my eyes and my limit
or should I pass
to the rest room
and flush the handled john
even though it wasn’t used.
Should I eat
with the napkin folded in my lap
or should I palm the spoon.
Should I slip the peas into a sleeve.
I am afraid to smile
as I might be a crocodile
and a laugh
a howl at the moon.
Will I shake his hand.
I think that I could not.
How could I be so bronze
when all my blood is hot wax
and my ankles so well turned.
How might I enjoin a man
that spins a melody
I once hummed.
How should I tie my shoes
and be clean as a new ass.
Oh should I or
should I not.
How could I meet him
and not
hold her hand to long.
– CZVasser
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