Body Blow

i make no apologies

for the statements

i make

no gestures of lament

i offer no

excuses

exclusions

explanations

or exhalations

(tuck your elbows

tight into your body

whilst holding your upper guard;

catch and ride the blow)

my rudimentary allusions

may be oblique and absurd

pointed and cutting

laden with a promise of hurt

or the threat of amusement

they spilled from my mind

to the paper

via my pen...

i had fun

i spare no idle thought

for your feelings

i waste nothing inside

for my tone or demeanor

i'm not gonna say i'm sorry

cause i'm not

i write (i chuckle)

you read (i buckle)

this is our

mutually beneficial relationship

(i hope!)

i had to say it

i had to play it

and then the way it

was perceived by you

well that's just it

you can't can it

you can try and ban it

but my plan it

was laid out

on the war table in my head

a long time ago

i lined my literary lead soldiers

in neat rows

i promised them plunder

i promised them fame

i promised to relinquish

them of all the blame

and then i unleashed them

maddened raveners

because

the floating rib

is a choice target