HERE IS WHAT I’LL BE
Says a past me
CONSUMMATED
Says I, at present
What a shame

The utter boredom of attainment
A roller-coaster from the exit
I crave the bottom of the hill
My tastebuds, conditioned
A palate cast in thrill

The harvest is sweeter than the eating
Earning you was more fun
A miserly maiden salivates at what
the crone melts away

Without a partner in the erection of this empire
there exists no witness
A most triumphant tree
to fall in a wood

Be there a challenge suited
for this addict of adversity?
Animals in captivity
Fantasize, unwittingly
A primal untouchable
I wish this was harder.