a study toward sonnet #757 by FisherKingKQJ
I felt estranged by our last heart to heart
As if my alternate selves were discussed;
I felt drawn by airbrush or else master art,
Such approximations as skewed disgust.
For you I feel love contingent on this trust,
You loved a shy, insecure and bungling man
And forgave flaws with large, dismissive lust,
But my new self you scarcely give a scan.
Disjoint states, static selves, your holy plan,
Previous self, present self, self on morrow
In your red herring best before stamped can,
All gestures and thoughts I'd have to borrow.
My cartoon selves you lined up so they fail.
(Chorus)
$10,000 flail
$10,000 squirm
$10,000 writhe
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