I pull all the triggers
and aim at my reputation
with
a rakish rusty revolver
to see if the sound
still rings my ears.

a battlefield against the demons
and wild west warriors.
a monster mash.

You met the night through my face.
and now that it is day,
it is but a shadow
of doubt.

no matter how close I stand to the light
my shadow casts larger.

we were told
from birth to old
that if we have a gift
that we should share it.

I'm still sorry
for all of the
promises I
could no
longer keep
nor recall,

but I won't be
contractly
constrained
to decadenting
slavery and I've
never felt more free
than within the fullest love
of ourselves.

I ask God-
why does she keep
dealing this deck?