Pantoum

It was the fall of youth, and I was drowning in cider.
Roiling in the riptide were reasons for ending lives
that belly scraped at her feet along with the rest
of a self absorbed humanity cheating at cards and spouses.

Roiling in the riptide were reasons for ending lives.
We tightroped through awkward glances and sweaty palmed silences
of a self absorbed humanity cheating at cards and spouses
celebrating premature divorces and Vegas weddings. Everyone breaks even.

We tightroped through awkward glances and sweaty palmed silences
when finally a fractured union agreed to die out warring in civility
Celebrating premature divorces and Vegas weddings, everyone breaks even
shuddering in an unmarked grave. Danced upon by boots.

When finally a fractured union agreed to die out warring in civility,
she was an olive branch sharp as a spear. I was a wrung neck dove
shuddering in an unmarked grave, danced upon by boots
of her malnourished band of tin can chorus boys.

She was an olive branch sharp as a spear, I was a wrung neck dove
that scraped at her feet along with the rest
of her malnourished band of tin can chorus boys.
It was the fall of youth, and I was drowning inside her