Justynuff

I slip off my lime
head first into
the cold concrete.
Professionalism left
at a basement door
for a man drunk
on your made
for TV movie
to take home
and snack on.
Proofrock's not
so bad anymore
even, i get it now,
J. Alfred was far
worse off than I,
far lonelier.
Shallow.

But learning to like
is not learning to love
and I'm not sure
which is more
capricious.
I would ask that
and other things
too messy
for handwriting,
but the deaf mute
prefers lines.

So one lion
roars to
a city of them
as he sits alone
watching her
play on her leash
with jackals
wondering if
she smiles at sunrise.