Casual Bandages

Is nothing undiluted?

Can’t one be clean?

For the gaze was never colder

While dragging down pristine.

These are raids

And lust can squash the suitor.

 

Those maroon sheets

Cry blood more than love

On a bed, frequent in new hands.

Do I see wasted heart

When you say all the wiser?

Because men can be fooled

By the upkeep

Or is it easy to just

Lie in a cocoon,

Steps past revolution

Feeling clever?

 

I’ll foreshadow your birthday

And combine your worse day

And in both

You’ll be tall for yourself

But in a land of steep selection

And casual bandages

The cause is usually

Much softer

Than the beating drum 

we all go looking for.