Bearing Gifts

~

I wait 

impatiently 

for your drip-fed words,

the self-martyring angst 

that spells out the trials of

your spaghetti western 

chaotic lifestyle,

I’m not sure 

you notice 

that I notice, 

but then again you do

confer cursory thanks

dispensed conveniently

gift wrapped in a stealthy

 wooden horse

artfully painted black, 

are you 

mentor

muse 

or murderer 

I can’t decide

*

© Graham R Sherwood 02/24