gut rut

The gut rut is a selfish slut
who aborts the master’s mission
the seed in us, the ageless trust
the gift of intuition.

I’ve been seduced once or twice
in dark, her voice was nice
eager to please, the unmerciful tease
so I sold my kiss for free.

Results are messy and just depressing
any joy - a decimal missed.
For listening to those dismal words
My spirit world dismissed.

So when I’m standing with poor endings
and echoes of my pain
I curse myself and nothing else
for my courage unattained.

Sometimes she sneaks and whispers sweet
I know she’s still the same
so I stand strong, planted deep
for Fear’s her middle name.
(c)2009