Another Unwanted Visitor
an intelligence master, but not the master, here
a past lover, perhaps, we will say
maybe staying creepy, observant
maybe I’m drunk, on a bender, why not?
on this property so blissfully overgrown
I creep forwards through the jungle he has created
the natural green obscures the hazy glint of the setting sun
he should be asleep soon, or sullied underground
cloaked undetectable, for now
still creeping, ever creeping, I avoid the sweeping eyes
of the terrible golems, the totem poles, the turrets
I aim to be master myself, again
the conspiracy still grows around here
I must show him
shit… golems stand me up
and like a cork in a rushing wave
of raining obscenity
I flee, but leave the package
destroying him behind me
true love should’ve waited