Lost Forever

Other people’s grit and shit

peelings and feelings

gapings and scrapings

it all flows down through here and I

have precious little time to

stir the settled scum or

sift the silted sediment

to search for this girl’s discarded pearl

before the heavens open once again

and fresh rain

deposits more dreary and

drenched and dripping dregs

but don’t take me for a fool

there is no jewel your

laws are roars your

jaws are maws your

sores are doors your

personal wars your

pitches and yaws

cause no pause

in which this girl

could let drop a pearl.

For all your

bite and fight

shout and pout

jab and stab

all of your

cutting stinging hurtful

glances

words like

lances

I am not a fool

not a sweet to be licked

nor a dog to be kicked

however the whim takes you.

You would be wiser if

you too

could see

that the loss

is not

all

borne by me.