I prefer my distances
My dragging.
Trusted.
Digging ditches and swimming in circles
Drinking in waves.
My poetic instinct intact,
Jameson symphonic.
I defer to kinder judgment.
Tell my story more quietly
Listen to their's less intently.
Celebrating twins?
Sure.
Divorcing.
Divining water.
High times,
Recommendations.
Legs like Racing-stripes
Ravenously slashing at ass-cheeks.
©DANIEL MORTON 2011
