The Bare Archer

Turn timeless words into your scientific leap of faith
because the world is yours
and your heart is theirs to slake
with bourbon like a pouring rain;
“I am tomorrows
and a thousand more,” He said
and I believed what was in your trade
of relationships
as you and I were groundless
mouthing of the lips,
Tumbleweeds in springtime
in an unreturned promise
to return whence we stood,
“Such sweet hiss,” I reckon,
can only get as far as the mind’s eye,

so I will turn this oath into my good judgment,
this wisdom of denouement

I have seen the Bare Archer
and I fled like any sage would
“Does he have enough arrows,” I ask,

“I am a have-a-weakness-for
and a thousand more,” He said
and I believed what was not yours to keep
and mine to leave
as you and I are groundless
staring at the eyes,
Cascades in the desert
in an unanswered promise

I have come with my peapod of a shield
this shell of a wisdom of thoughtlessness

I have seen the Bare Archer
and I fled like any sage would
“I have ten thousand pins and needles,” He said,
He has come with a bullet

“I am a be-taken-with
and a million more,” He said
and I believed what was in this truce
of hearts and minds
as you and I were groundless
familiar recluses
Daffodils in the jungle
in an unaware promise,

Maybe I’m hoping you by
Such sweet hiss–don’t be perturbed
One day He’ll be hunting you, too