I was amok & fearless

    twice deceived

    for which I sought out

    satisfactions

    in a tree.  Too carelessly

    I reached for love

    & beaten down

    I found you

    in a froth or frenzy¹

    spent my days around

    the pan yards.

    I would ask no help from those

    whose trust is weak

    but I would buy the latest

    & the least.

    I live for something practical

    ——the case for memory——

    I set one foot into the space

    the others leave abandoned.

    Not your lord or slave

    I meet you

    in an equal clash of wills

    & face you down.

    I only touch the ground

    on Sundays