No revenge

It is not up to men, or is it

that is where blame originates

How about shame? Where it leads...

"The soul of life is dire..."

The soul of life is dire

passing of a flame

kicking solivagant high

off coiled mortar wire

Squall dither

Want of water
     bluff         cascade
sanitation sets mark         relieve yourself in chest
          county seat devotee king
dumb                     politely                   //   thyme rum     //
chastened with sequestering            mythic ally
                     so that nothing less
             than ethnological edemas
                    neuter, but gender
   //  verb valley  //         no
                    thanks to histrionics
sowing jealously   //  no        thank you
on sundeck, rickshaw, unite unfaithfully
under mother's tongue
         so tilled, never imprinted
   opened by feet        hokey sour
                and yet in dreary marsh all angst
            should vanish upon hindsight
               oafish arrival         //  cock-like
assuring the flow is cut

Ending with "ankle deep in vomit and spilled condoms"

What is so bad

about relying upon

being depended on

granting recognition to

someone in their need

so long as love is

not taken for granted

(and you Love I took
and granted) but I am

still here as if

waiting for return

I was not waiting

not expecting with

exploring, as I

will always be, as

long as I get some

reciprocity; even now

I do not, but

I have strength enough

to lead - people

like to be lifted up even

when they are not

ankle deep in vomit

and spilled condoms