for Scott
as a survivor of more than I could
ever hope to explain, I understand
very little: pain, how little
our thresholds really mean
and loyalty (taught by omission)
so I have no real words for
saying I love you other than
to say if anyone ever hurts you
in my presence, though you
know these battered streets
at least as well as I, I will hurt
them worse, I’ll fight on
all fours and use my teeth
I’ll scar them inside and out
so the world will know
their ugliness.
this tore a hole in my mind and filled the void with ink and awesome.
ReplyDeleteI got you, playah. I think the day we first started talking poetry itself knew: oh shit, I'm in trouble! One love, superpoet.
ReplyDeleteSuch an awesome poem. I like how tight it is. I love the lines "I'll fight on/all fours..."
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