i was down



a nomadic entity

in your sarcophagus

island



i was a renegade

umbrage moniker



deep water

swift

in the culvert



you were amenities

for a wastrel

80 miles hence



and i was your Philistine

with the door closed,

able to channel my ace hand



to make amends



with the belligerent fist

that was my god



cut loose

inside your blue jeans



i stood fast

within your delta soul,



and did not fail to amaze



how swift i cut,

disintegrating ties



offering all

to your sympathetic hands