gives up the game over and over
and is lucky to be still breathing--
the arrogant man
consumes himself as well as others--
dominates all--even himself--
the nervous man draws his mate to him--
tendrils of auras enticing the boob
while the wild woman flashes like a porn star--
while the arrogant man plays the goat
with every cougar 'friend'--running sacred
from the gentle fatally-sensitive honey at home--
who sees who in the morning mirror--
empty ring where a groggy face stared
amazed at its own dark depths?
who sees who in a passing glance
while sweeping away down to the limo--
the carriage--the ambulance?
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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