Heigho Geronimo

Your simmered words weld upon
The crooked anvil of my ears,
Each note a twisted leap
As spiders shimmy on the cords
Of my marionettish heart.

Heigho Geronimo!

For, surely, there’s more fish that swim
In the murky depths of the sea;
Yet, I care only for you—
My hallowed, hated, dream-catch.
I am you treacherous Ahab
Yet you’ve torn my heart asunder
And left both legs attached.

For, this is the bare subtlety
Of our shared, divining love.