The flipping of duality challenges the greatest in us and among us...
Swig, Swagger, Shag & Stagger
By Kaitlyn Karol
You’re just a constant commotion
of heartless-fueled emotion,
first you swig, then you swagger,
then you shag, then you stagger
first tasting, then testing,
then chiming, clamoring and imbibing
foolish fall, juvenile call,
make a play for the painted lady’s clay
shattered pieces of pottery
now lying on the ground
but slammed and forced poverty
makes no pretty sound…
your semantic play of words,
your stares, your bottomless cries
all come to a halted fate-cursed surprise,
the feigned stop of hate, then starting at the halt,
then close up the cemetery’s last sealed vault
go love, then hate, love and hate yet again
chase all your dragons of realness to the ultimate pretend,
close up your heart like a past window
sealed up for all future winters
cold and frozen like your dreamy pillow,
head numb, cracked sleepy willow…
but the facts are all clear
and I hold them now dear,
you do know this and so do I,
you will swig, swagger,
shag and stagger
until your final good-bye
so if she wants to live,
it’s the he that must die
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