by Jeph Johnson
Enter the high splendor
of the beatific and tender,
replete of desires I play.
completing the unachievable
entire fair gender,
deep I unfold in dismay...
I keep being told
how the intriguing hold
of my condescending portrayal
exits the abhorrent,
ugly and sophomoric
tendencies I sometimes display;
for conflicting agendas
creep in as surrender
pretends to break down and decay
the town that surrounds me,
it never has found me
awake in the light of day.