everglade child

you told me you were more of a dreamer 
and i think that's overrated like stardust
and bones and bullshit poetry trite cliches
that linger like oh, yeah, cigarette smoke.

i think it's overrated like grammar
proper ideal and break line dyslexia
and megalodon comparisons of sharp
(dis)order swimming in the ocean
of your atlantic lungs and pacific tongue.

pacifism and eroticism and are bad mixes
when you're a passive-aggressive lover
in waves and spikes
of shark teeth and moist shores.

most norms call for yes or no,
not i guess and perhaps,
because hesitance is fear
and that is absolute weakness.
or weakness without absolution. 
and you were one sorry excuse of truth.