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Double Edged Blade

I've slid my fingers over strings
playing my shining guitar like a wailing siren
triumphantly picking out stolen notes
from Beethoven, Bach, and Paginini.
I've written stories of brilliant truth
with euphoric ink that scarred the page!
I've penned poems
of electric words that dripped off the page
and poured like wine into Christ's cup.
I've raised a hundred children
left in my care, into an army
of gleaming knights marching victorious
into their future.
I've sailed gloriously - the way I was taught
by masters of wake making - while
violent storms raged and goliath swells crashed
on a normally placid pond, now
a churning mass
of hateful liquid vengeance.
I've seen the danger and saved the day
spitting into the tiger's eye.
Racing epically down the beach
swift feet falling across 20 yards of metal plank
diving, with david hasslehoff surety, off the dock
flying majestically through the air
and like a sword, shining, driving into flesh
my body entered and parts the water
like Moses and the Red Sea.
Swimming, heroically, into the unknown
to grab the boat before it met certain doom!
I've stolen books, deftly
like the thieves of old, who cut the purses
and gathered gold.
I've lied until it hurt
my tongue forming words,
as if God forming man.
I've spit in the face of chivalry
while kissing my best friend's girl
with erotic lips that cared not for pals.
I puffed on a joint, blowing smoke
like dragons fire, brilliant high!,
while city guards stood, cops at rest,
not ten feet away.
And in the eighth grade I, faithfully,
led the charge into manhood,
getting head in a bathroom stall
while two friends waited, scared, unknowing,
with trembling legs and shaking hands,
And at age fourteen, in my rhapsody of youth,
I won the game, losing my virginity
in a burnt out building, with an unknown girl.
Standing tall, a modern King Arthur
with a fallen house for my Camelot
and a nameless harlot, my Guinivere.