I Give you One Option

By: RDV


I plan the constellation
And make no move for the orchestra.

I teach how to prostrate before
The Olympians and I never
Recite a damn prayer.

I crouch under the weight of
Moonlight
But have brooked a thousand tides.

There’s the thoroughfare,
There’s the subway
And there’s the pavement;
Pick your sweet choice

While I croon the song
Of my collapse on
Perfect cue,
While I quell the
Intravenous rampage
Of my soul.