Roads of Ambivalence

I shrug off the ambers of yesterday

from my worn encasement

the yellow of heated entrapment

of the affairs of another time

I can walk, but for a while

down roads of Ambivalence

Ambiguous motivations

and selective memory

The forced neuronic pathways

that were created by the burning

of your careless walk-aways

justified in your every turning

How many past lives will I keep?

will I need to shrug yet again

my wake becoming yet more deep

ever further, a restful sleep

Or a countryside replete

in restless refrain

Of love's jaded choruses

sung in hollow disdain

remembered in severed complaints

destroyed with every attainable plateau

why did you make me out a monster;

why did I lose the man I was to become?

As you kiss the son of betrayal

and you bow to the dirt of resent

so easily you let go

with a new seed to grow

Those flowers so fresh

the end so far away

yet painfully inevitable

as the defeated day

My regressed caterpiller

o artificial bloom

have you receded similar?

received eros' tomb?

So I shrug off your memory

but catch the falling lessons

ignore the festering lesions

and walk Roads of Ambivalence

fin