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You're A Machete

7-28-17

You're a machete
when the day breaks gargled ice
and you don't know any better
to be calm.
There's a sense of what you can sense
and it's mistaken for confidence
by your soldiers, your allies
and patent defenders...but you
charm malfeasance transcendentally.
Optimism walking over a black cloud.
Snatching defeat from the living ends
of practiced headaches. The red-
headed prep child who answers
but to no one. Particular grace.
The sharpened blade. By lunch
you're complete and starving
for more...blood or irony. Maybe
both. I saw you on the news, so
I know you can do tremendous
but you won't have to.
You're a machete; a
patient saint and a voracious
go-getter, gotten. The camel's hump.
The whale's blowhole. The all-in-
one window, frame and shade.
Take me out to dinner, and I'll
buy dessert...a nitecap.
A quiet place. A slow death.
Precise. Tight.
You don't say.