tonight

I put my middle finger

in the crater of flesh

to taint your frustration

it is sometimes intimidation

to owe me this much

when jazz plays the night

with piano keys & gentle trumpet

pulsing numbing beat

under warm embraces clinching

to the orgasm of their cold feet

we have been here before

we have seen disappointments

come & go

like a burning pendulum

to seek a homey curriculum

to align some sensible design

of a life chained by promises

& a legacy seldom defined

you let go

with stretched out fingers

as the beat lingers

into your redundant thirst

for some singular acceptance

of a construed experience

hidden in an oyster of our strife

we let go