Intemperate Things


you’re a three ring circus

come to dazzle this country crowd

a weekend revery

only to break down

in the early morning

for the next luckless town

leaving childish hearts

caught out in the rain

these intemperate things you say

are bruises from a fall

of a high wire act gone terribly wrong


neophyte trainer

such easy prey

for the fangs and claws

of voracious fate


intemperate words can’t be unsaid

or easily forgot

are you a medium come to tease me

with the fortune I wished for in my heart?


how many nights unslept

how many days unkempt

how many ways wrong

these intemperate things

so easily gone