The people who eventually do something great
never look like they were about to
or ever capable of doing it.
They were derelict, strange
on a good day.
I have to remind myself of this fact
to the threading and style death
of my self and, it’s lingerie
I’ll replay the same thing over in my head
until it rhymes
becomes a mime, a mine
and it will still fall flat
before the pharaoh in my next loves mythos
there is always the danger of merely aging
but we seek something worse –
to lose or win, but still lose, as men.