FOB
JJC
4A
Ignore cowboy boots
Voices blur in background
Fixate on you
Roman God
With your
Nose aquiline
And hair of molten gold
Grazing a chiseled brow
Beautiful, Jupiter
How I long
With joyous fingers
To feather your features
Feel the echoes
In the hollows of your face
And run hands
Delirious with wonder
Through your skeins of silk
Let it flow through my veins
Luxuriant, heavy
Prayers partially answered
With my black roots
My flat nose
My full lips
Sit beside you
In blackberry’s office
Mesmerized by the words
That spill from your lips
Mesmerized by their ordinariness
Disappointed by your mundane mind
Roman God
Jupiter
Dashed to the ground
Your tarnished image
Broken to pieces
Yet
Slivers of my adoration
Remain
As I watch the sunlight, indulgent
Play in your hair
Disgraced god among men
You loped it all off
I see it clearly
Wheaten sheaves
Falling to the ground
And so you blend in
With your polo shirt
And your smart khakis
Corporate Robot
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