just the shoes of your compromise

just the shoes of your compromise

we all knew

that Winter was on it’s way

though Fall had not yet arrived

men were beginning to contrive

their plans

for the seasons yet to come

in a redundant fashion

just as they did

every year

this time

some were stocking food

some women

taking names

and numbers

in their little black books

the nookie crooks

looking for a warmth

found in

the sweet respite

of temporal

and delusional love

this would do to Spring time

they often said

before they commenced with the lies

and stories

of the glories

of what a Winter relationship

would offer

everyone wanted

a place

a face

to hibernate in

or with

respectively

but respect often

was never a considered quantity

in the equation

was it

Christmas was coming soon

go west young man

was the tune

most heard

but most migrated to the South

anyway

the leaves began to fall from the Trees

and grown damn men

were down on their proverbial knees

begging

to get a leg in

some needy woman’s door

where the meals were hot

and on time

and hopefully

she was a dime piece

but if she could burn

that was a good start

hearts were expectant

everyone needed something

didn’t they

we all weighed out our options

as the Winter Solstice approached

and we coached our selves into believing

the lies were

laudable

and

plausible

cause

could we survive

another year this way

but our fears of loneliness

would not let us alone

and it is known

that the boogie man

took prisoners

just turn out the bedroom lights

and look under your bed

you won’t find Santa

just the shoes of your compromise

©  17 September 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.