Relations are what we talk about
in the town hall amongst gentlemen.
Men one and all
gentle or not
feel the unity in manhood.
Speaking of their ladies
one and all.
The base point in conservation being that
the men do not know
where their relationship is at.
Is that a crime?
Heavens No!
I don’t think,
not that I don’t think all.
The perfectionism in what I believe to be true
is but a mythological blunder of my own
libidoed thought guessing game.
For the ladies game
could be the fairest contest ever played.
Competition being the driven consensus
in the relationship fair.
I hope thee fair well.
For in a gentleman’s game
None shall.
“Monday Morning, 7 O’clock, Cloudy” was printed in Tracks, No. 9 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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