By Misti V. R ainwater
Date: 7 August 1999

MESS

I want you to know that I am
hot and bothered by the hypocrisy
of your take no prisoners IN GOD WE
TRUST lust your rusty pillow talk
the way you balk when I get real
and reveal my tears spilling like wine
the Valentine land mine you tread
with fear the falling tree you
cannot hear my spear is blunt
and won't do much harm and you
see past my sheepish charm I
would disarm you in an irregular
heartbeat but I can't get off
this stained blue sheet