Meat off the bones

Lusty from gin
Bring myself in
Like pet, dragged wet from weather
Tail between legs
Eyes set in a stare
Weeping
Coughing
Clothed in sin.

Too soft, too sweet, too pretty.

I chased another muse today
Dark hair like me
Black magic in the liner notes
Special powers of disregard
Lovely
Spindly
Weaver of words.
A large, shocking slap in the face
To remind me to stop thinking as much
About all them outside
Who have no bearing
On my current trajectory
I am no whore
For this money that is waved
I am no slave
For whom those fingers click
I am
Navigator
I am
Engine
I am
Sail-bending wind
That is me. That is I.

Now to plot my path out along here.
Like diving bells
I can throw them
Wherever I please.
There are no rules.
This fills me with hope
And desire
To fuck shit up
Shake the meat from the bone and
Cackle from a skeleton of truth

Too soft, too sweet, too pretty.
Truth is hard, ugly and wonderful.
This is where I should be.