Please don’t open up your lie and swill my thrill of conquest
Sure it can be said that many people never understand the other
Understanding is an excuse for shredding pickles in my oatmeal
Dilute all your mindings and replay but the dream you had about me
Sitting quietly in the rose garden, feeling your tongue convulse
That wasn’t too bad a start, huh? Well, don’t plagiarize yourself.
I too am a quality of metaphor seeking notification of time outs
The game is involved and the rules are debatable and invisible
All is fair in sanitation and cleanliness so sanitize your act immediately
The pressure that you expound only inflates my ego and trips my switch
Give concise critique bordering not only on mind and matter but soul.
Searching, I found you pleasing, mysterious and confrontational
Probably stemming from a latent phobia or unresolved guilt or indifference.
I will investigate your priorities sanction a blending of consciousness and
Re-read from the latest of “Best American Poetry” to smooth the edges
Of confrontational ideologies, be they academic or spiritual nothings
I will treat your feelings with psychological interest and philosophize un peu
Realizing that two incandescent revolutionaries will finally battle for rights.
Let us agree to provide adequate space for creative expression and umph!
Confronting with questions, not declarative ranting or issuing of inferior edicts
After our wanderings in the garden, our picnic by the lake and Caribbean cruise
Shall we settle down for a while and have ‘splender in the grass”? and see?