the ink ran out
Before I could even begin
where do I even begin?
consider myself an expert
on the feminine picture,
Like Howard, like King.
Flicks and scriptures native to Venus
Miles away from Earth
I smile
she swings
with diction like Serena
she clutched her pearls
as I held her pearls
in high reverence
she detests me
when I propose
a severance.
I am a mere man
trying to practice temperance
truth be told
I’m still an understudy
on an oak stage,
spruce up my chances with mangrove
don’t break a birch
in your pursuits
unless you are prepared
for mourning wood
there are no guides to courtship.
you either find a canopy
or a sea of stumps
Edward Adonteng 