Now
Say nay,
Man dry man,
Dry lover mine
The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor,
Should he, for centre sake, hop in the dust,
Forsake, the fool, the hardiness of anger.

Now
Say nay,
Sir no say,
Death to the yes,
the yes to death, the yesman and the answer,
Should he who split his children with a cure
Have brotherless his sister on the handsaw.

Now
Say nay,
No say sir
Yea the dead stir,
And this, nor this, is shade, the landed crow,
He lying low with ruin in his ear,
The cockrel's tide upcasting from the fire.

Now
Say nay,
So star fall,
So the ball fail,
So solve the mystic sun, the wife of light,
The sun that leaps on petals through a nought,
the come-a-cropper rider of the flower.

Now
Say nay
A fig for
The seal of fire,
Death hairy-heeled and the tapped ghost in wood,
We make me mystic as the arm of air,
The two-a-vein, the *******, and the cloud.

I’ll wait in the car
And fog up the windows
With shaky breath, I steady myself
I drag ******* across and through
Some divine slit I have created, I will admire
You.

I will be your yesman,
And I will never have a question.

I will drive us to anywhere you want to go
Even as the brakes groan and tires bleed
I will remember the rhythm of each road
And I will play it for you when you want to
Relive a scene that I have only seen from
The windscreen.

Even as I break and groan and tire and bleed
I will wait in the car and watch you live.
And I will be happy, and I will find reason
Even if my nails are biting into the handbrake
And my foot has long frozen to the pedal,
I must be happy, and there is always a reason.

When the day where you can no longer dance
Finally graces with me with its dawn
I shall then pick myself up from the driver's seat
And walk into the sunset like in the movies
And for them that is the end
But for me that shall be the beginning.