THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR PERFECTION

I have discovered there is no perfection

on this planet

you go for what you want

and you pay the price in some way

and that is what they call a deal

done in the dirts

of seminal fluidity.

No cum shots for you

to expose to the world

just nextdoor’s girl and the handy

known impudence of knowing

it was all too few and

too entwined in useful

ideas about the right

of all to succeed

no matter

what

they

did.

It does not matter

what they shall do

for it matters less

than the righteous of the world’s

pain.

They do not know but they are

alone with it, and they do not know it

but they are a sonic detailed flagon

of wine for me to drink,

again and again and again.

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019