AfterShave

After all the sears
that cut his back,
after all the ropes
that entwined his essence,
and after all the
winks that he strangled,
he still wants the
bakers to be incorrect.

After all the wires
that he masterfully fooled,
after all the flowers
that he cautiously cajoled,
and after all the
notes that he found
himself singing, he still
found a way to
to be stupid for
your windows and statues.

After all the stones
and pebbles that rolled
over his toes, after
all the green geckos
that scaled his imagination,
and after all the
moonshines that handcuffed his
soul, he still found
himself strolling your shores.