Religious in essence
Yet so secular
And so widely applyable
Viable and undeniably
Sharp
Hard at both ends
A forged utterance
It holds a myriad multitude
Of Rude in its
Four little letters.
Oh, it can be used
In connection
With other invectives
Paired off with
Other Nouns
Like
God
It
You
But in truth
It stands tall
A giant hammer
Alone
By itself
It does not force
It
Simply
States

This **** place just lost my words.
Forty lines or so.
I inquired about the mishap.
Several times.
Several times.
Several times ago.
No one felt to write me back
No one felt to check or track
Where did my words go?
It was quite a lengthy write
Took me **** near half the night.
But they lost it!
That ain't  right.
That ain't right..
Not right, no sirree!
Though I'll never get them back
And I know they're gone for good
Maybe someone somewhere could
Look to see
Look to see

There are numbers everywhere
(Meter and flow, words in tow)
Getting us from there to here
(Meter and flow, all add up)
Sometimes rhyming, sometimes not
(Meter and flow, all one voice)
Hence the final circled step
(Meter and flow, meter and flow)

All our words come down to this
(Flow and meter, beat and time)
Secular within our spirit
(Flow and meter, add/subtract)
We divinely spill our words
(Flow and meter, after all)
Pleasures lost and songs unsung
(Tear-blood in the meter and flow)

There are numbers everywhere
(Meter and flow, sweetly real)
Hard division in our hearts
(Meter and flow, years and focus)
Speak them gently, let them fly
(Watch them go, watch them grow)
Build the Ages yet to be
(Meter and flow, meter and flow).

There he sat
All dark unsaddled
Brains quite addled
From the blow

Brigands laughing
All about him
There to clout him
Should he run

From his good eye
Squinting sneaky
Peeking out
From swollen brow

Primrose Pete
Considered options
Acquiesce
Or fight or flee

Counting up
The five marauders
Such close quarters
Peter smiled

In a wink
The first two fell
Hellbound from
Pete's shining blade

One was cut
From prow-to-keel
Didn't feel
The lightening slash

Two was dead but
Still a-stagger
From Pete's dagger
Through the throat

Pete then turned
His one good eye
Upon the three
Left standing there

"Knock ME from
My gentle ride!"
He chided them
And took a step

In a flash
The third man died
His manhood hung
From Peter's blade

Number four
Jumped up in-close
They danced a rosy
Final step

"One last waltz"
Said Primrose Pete
And short and sweet
The blood ran hot

Last of all
The Highwaymen
The fifth of five
The last alive

A tall man
Taller quite than most
With ghostly eyes
And hammer hands

A man who felt
That pain was fun
This one-on-one
Was just a tryst

So they stood there
Eying up
While trying not
To give a tell

Of their planned
Last brave attack
While Pete held back
To catch a breath

All at once
The fight was on
That bloodied lawn
Would find no peace

Both men fought
With all their might
From Noon til Night
On into dark

No Moon sang
The stars shone mute
A suit of cloud
Hung o'er the fray

Blood and dark
With ought a sound
Save the pounding
Steel on steel

Come the Sun
There on that field
Without yield
For Honor's sake

Cut for cut
Both men held true
And on into
A second night

A third then
Into a fourth
A fifth of course
They battled on

It's said that
Both men died that day
T'was slay for slay
Though neither fell

He fights on
Old Primrose Pete
His ghosted feet
Still dancing true

With his blade
Of shadow pure
Against a worried
******* dark

And it's said
On summer nights
When the wind
Is right and odd

One can hear
Old Pete's mare
Out there braying
On the moor

And beneath
The old hag's whinny
If you skinny
Up your ear

You can catch
Old Primrose Pete
Sweetly dancing
With his sword.

I woke a moment ago
still alone
in this large bed
But I wasn't lonely.
There was a dimple
In the mattress
Next to me
Where I dreamed
You might be.
And then the dog farted.