POEM: Taming of the Shrewd

The shrewdness of winning and losing is not a natural ally in love and relationships…

Taming of the Shrewd

“We can cleave as one, or cleave as won, but we can’t due both.” – Cleave Jones

Ø my love
Could you be
A little amor
Shrewd
Said no
Won ever
Won over
Buy the gravity
And cunning
Of wily coyote
Falling for it
Ø the gravity
And other
A sordid
Looney tunes
There is nothing
Amor dangerous
Than being rolled
Played
In whatever
Might be
Won’s doody
In tiredly passable
Soully to be couched
In living
Room
To be entertaining
Asleep at the we’ll
Due this
Or due that
The ultimate intimate
Con sequence
Of walking that lyin’
In the thick of
Likely or lovely
In taming of the shrewd
We’re one
Calls home

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