The Slightist’s Eye

those deepest impressions were required to be patient

but he was roiling inside

Unimpressed, with his eye on the offense.

What we both have, then,

Are limp limbs and inner authority.

The furious grin sympathetic to the truth minority

His control going thin,

Confirming me under his skin

As he speaks to a room.

We love us, as much as there is an unlimited soul

Through the analytic, we find there are no limitations in there also.

A play competition with today’s politicians

does not hold up with winning

Anymore.

We can only look up to the strongest men now.

We are both like desperate men, upholding that pillar somehow.

if you only allow a woman now,

in your arms and sweaty tears rolling down,

on paper napkins with scented doodles

and papers where you dot your I’s

you dab your eye, you dab your eye.

Safety, strong man, you cry.

I will defend and protect you, until I also am able, able to die.