Dear Lady

[tonywalt]

I brought you everywhere
heart racing beauty and
your razor wit, ravaging you in
dark places seen only by mirrors

But
Now we go nowhere
goldfish in an unquenchable bowl
looking at the spinning clock
through a furtive window and

raging until the angry shafts of light
cut through blinds scorching
regrets and sworn goodbye
too deep, too fast
a damn mistake for

you are shallow as dust
on a table railing against reason
taking gold with your straw man soul

What pressure you put my blood under!
But my heart has charged and
I have cut your credit cards

https://live.staticflickr.com/4872/45312954724_bcfa8c7957_k.jpg (https://flic.kr/p/2c39JL5)toilet paper hotel virginia (https://flic.kr/p/2c39JL5) by Tony Walton (https://www.flickr.com/photos/15939419@N03/), on Flickr

[tonywalt]

Just to be sure: this poem is not about a woman or girl - and there's enough metaphors for even church goers to know what it is.

[tailor STATELY]

Not a clue, but I liked the word play :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Reminds me of the prostitute. But that would be about a woman or a man.

[tonywalt]

Reminds me of the prostitute. But that would be about a woman or a man.

Some people say it reminds them of cocaine being one's lady mistress, with references to a straw (snorting device) and credit cards (used to cut it into lines), and dust on a table, and then the photograph has the word "high" in it. But alas I am innocent and my life consists of movement from church to work and helping the unfortunate. I, just like the reader, do not know of such things.

[Danik 2016]

These are convincing arguments, specially coming from the author of the poem;).

[Buh4Bee]

May God find you in high places.

[tonywalt]

May God find you in high places.

For me, that's church. Amen. Awoman.