i hang from the pylon knowing i could be shocked
my legs, wrestle wrapped around
reminding me of the last time you came around
and pivoted through my house like an unruly elastic band
i like to think i’m a nice guy
that is until i break my tolerance
that is until you break my heart
sour summers claw at me
i have had a triathlon thus far
and i hang vacant to their sharpness
indenting a space for them
when the leaves are like me, no longer on ground
no longer en guard
for the next time they come around
reminding me of the last time you came around
and rocked through my life like a classic metal band