stab in the dark

claw spreads flaw, bound reason’s wide,
considered wisdom’s primal choice
is still to burn, despise her will.

you didn’t understand the “no”
or care “what else” – flicked aside
soft words unheard,
poured acid on “it’s up to her
displaced your tone with fake-it awe

that Mars has water still but old;
worn out, yes, but dark-age metal
is your way to fire her up.

a possible edit of this poem:

Despising will, blind metal offers
dark-age fire to burn bad earth,
torch my zero, start again.

Soft “no, what else” is put aside;
condescending acid drips
on non-compliance bound and wide.

So what if Mars has water still?
Your fake-it awe suggests he learned
what i will not about your way.

2 thoughts on “stab in the dark

  1. Noah says:

    Good write.


    Thanks, Noah! If you can think of ways this could be improved please say, ok?


  2. Paul says:

    That is a simply wonderful poem. I am speechless. You are a fantastic poet with incredible clarity, intelligence, craft. Everything,


    oh wow, thanks, Paul! i’m ecstatic that you enjoyed this .. i think it could be tweaked some, it’s flawed in many ways – but it’s from my temporarily horrified/aggravated heart *grin


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