I might fit the bill.
I walk to the window and open the grill
I’m heavy on liquors Irishmen distill.
Believe me, I’m brave.
Her shirt slips away
There’s ink on her shoulders that finds its own way.
He prays for his sister.
Slumped in a corner she pleads for assistance
Called him last night then fucked with the system.
You caught my attention.
You fought me for love and broke through these fences
Hundreds of multiplicities you never dare mention.
Most people don’t care.
She resumes a hundred-year-old affair
And facts rain down on waterproof ears.
I find this pretentious.
I looked through your past and know you’re relentless
I’m thinking in voices that spread like infections.
He probably think she’s kind.
She fights for a place in his mind
Contingency plans for a place that she primed.
We fucked with the system.
Lurking and stalking we end up with blisters
If you look t0o hard you might even miss them.