I know you already think I've jarred a few screws loose 
but don't strain a single synapse thinking too much of it 
when thinking and feeling are your unloved, quaint and dormant talents 
You cower from them like a giant, afraid of her own power 

Take your pick from the blue ribbon winners. 
Survey their plumage on your hubris stroll. 
Their feats of strength will dazzle and amuse you. 
It's a contest I have eluded. 

I'm a dull date out of witticisms 
I'm a minister out of stuttered rapture 
You'd rather bask in cascading hollowness 
than walk into the mines with me. 

I don't have a moment to spare 
when nooses bid for my neck 
when I've wasted all 
my love on the wrong people 
My mandible's on the ground 
I've molted beyond recognition 
and we're alps on each others chests 
not lares securing passage 
for smooth transmutation 
You stunt your own evolution, 
sink into familiar trenches 
and let the dullards sing your praises 

I took you to bat, expecting a change 
Our feet in the water, but the ocean was daunting 
You're a pearly presence 
best left untroubled, fishing for substance 
in a tumor [bad word] 
Watch me sail off, disheveled and mute 
a Barbary captain, stowing rotten cargo.