Oh the precipice,
You phantomous thing.
The devilish demon
between in & sanity
I dangle a foot
every once in a while
over each black edge of you,
‘in Jezebel style.
Tell me, why do I flirt?
with these monsters below?
The lesser evil of which
I’ve yet to know.
Traipsing the evening
décolletage on display.
Coy bait for the beast,
That sleeps the sun away,
then prowls the night in pursuit
of a 19 year old tease,
a busty brunette,
the ideal vampire’s feast.
Bitten and bruised
I fumble back to my perch
and dip my right foot
in the water at church.
As a house guest of the Lord
I face different foes,
first the guilt of hypocrisy
then self-punishing blows.
Once my penance is paid,
I enjoy a brief respite, then panic ensues
as I begin to suffocate.
So I stagger back to my perch
Gasp gasp gulp gulp ahhh.
And the world turns about.
boohoo hurray tah tah
Papers delivered, milk runs out.
Full house re-runs play,
Teapots remain short and stout.
Nails are chewed,
guns are shot,
McDonald’s gets sued
For serving coffee too hot.
The who’s whats and wheres persist
and I endure,
holding my breath atop my best friend,
and only known cure.
The faithful precipice
between now tomorrow and then.
Although as small as a pinpoint,
my golden beacon.
