Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Nice Guys

Some say
nice guys finish last:
they don't.

The prize my eyes surmise
eludes the finish line,
and elides the present time.

The finish line
is not 
an easy shag

or a victory claim:
to shame you publicly
or brag your name;

to use the crassest metonymy
and refer to you
as an iron sea

to be penetrated
by the ores
of my fleet

would knock the both of us
off our feet.

I play the long game
and I wait
the long wait.

A clear sheet.

Nice guys might finish later
and they might not
finish fast:

but that's because
they're better lovers,
and they never

finish last.

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