The Approach

icicles dressed as popsicles

smile

on that wicked pavement heat

they drop their chin

slowly lifting eyelashes

adding a slight grin

the hook is sunk in deep

difficult comprehension as algebra in brail

the back hand from southern lady

striking cheek bones upon

a northern man’s face

the man is lost on how to react

with microwave intellect

his initial pursuit was once ready, determined, calculated

yet, in a ferociously muted fashion

she walks past his wobbling stance

as if he was a fat woman revealing arm fat

his worth flattened

melancholy masculinity miniaturized

rejection tramples outlook

laundry and dishes become his choice of chores for the day

By: Bryan Matthew Boutwell / LiveFiction.net