complexion

It may be
that I am too educated
subtle, and too in touch
with my emotions to be the
pirate I imagine behind
the plundered words
that I display on raised flags
beneath crossed bones

But I am way too
rough around the edges
to pledge allegiance
strictly to romantic poets

Should it survive the night
my verse could reap
rose flavored wine
intoxicating the realm
but by then would be
too drunk to fuck

Like Che Guevera
with bling on
The complexity of my contrary
leanings encrypt precision
in confusion

I am an artfag that loves pussy
a child of flowers to the hardcore
but am not too shy to smack
a bowl of granola out of the grasp
of the flakiest of hippies

I have a sneaking suspicion
that god is a closeted Darwinist
pulling the fire alarm
of the universe in jest

so to call my devotion
anything less than complex
is just plumb silly