I slipped
You didn’t catch me, you’re slow in that respect
My nose bled and it painted my lips as would a lipstick
As I rose, the seams of my pants ripped

Red plotted and bare butted by design, it appears
Hysterical laughter where there should be tears
Tendency towards an eternal wobble that no one hears
Wishful optimist without detectable fears

I tripped
You pushed me to my five point hit
Cared not to elaborate on the details yet
My gift to you burnt through its box when shipped

Tending the bar of self promises stocked with non-brewed beers
Deprived of the life raft impulse of shifting gears
Unequipped with the red whistle as drowning nears
Still hopelessly undecided after so many years