The table is not always round

There are often edges
as sharp
as an eagles talon
and as vicious
as silly words
they leave marks
on biceps
that look like teeth
and they cut
they
cut
oh
so
fucking
deep
just words
nothing more
but children dont play for keeps
and adults dont know how to play
when the only game i
tried
raised my hand for
even
is the one
that i hoped
would make
me smile
for a little
longer

what a fool i am
a fool of a took
when i should only accept
my fate
of being a lonely
single
eye
crimson red
filled with hurt
anger
and
dread

time to watch others
for god knows
how
much
this
time...

read read read

The breath of your speech
dies with the silence
while your thoughts dance
with a tango
and a salsa
of men more robust
than i
yet they are so
less than i have
ever been
their arms sell for $21.76
and i can find better whores
for quite less
better women
then just a strong arm
and not a large brain
it's a high note
tap those keys
I am more than you thought
more
come,
to the window
we'll have to do this
to make it like it's real
how cute
another poem
call yourself
a lovely writer
this one
is for you....