Pink Phone

He had a pink phone

Blackberry...

Staring me out of my clothes

Foes armed with that kind of charged charm

I could only run

Back to my warren...

Challenge my sworen

Fear to attest

Against future arrest.

I clung to my license

and animal

My sense be damned!

Let me be

As I am... just

I straight can not trust... this

Carpeted alley,

Those fiends in the galley

Were waiting, wanting

Something

They never needed. Wanted.

Until I was wide-eyed wet with watery willful zeal

To mother another

Leering lost lamb

Searing me with his desperation...

And break under thumb

The laughing warlord's drum, he

Who has seen through self-same actions

His flailing flagrant infractions

Amassing his feudal factions,

A seedy seduction

of honest sadness?

Laced with slight madness...

To eventually type and store,

And Furthermore:

Catalog my name

With that self-same

Seductive sadness,

And contagious madness

I saw before

In Blackberry pink eyes.

And I do think

Twice to recall

the day we all

Met...

Our coffees and Blackberry liquor to drink.

How funny - his shirt was pink.