Breakup

We stood facing each other
Weapons drawn
You had chosen metaphors
At ten paces;
I had wanted satire.
Your mother gave you earplugs
And directed
I built a wall between us
To deflect
But my barbs rebounded
Unlike your alms
Which, rocked a shaky
Foundation
Defeated I turned; a ‘Kamikaze’
Seeking refuge.
There was none;
I drained my 'Sake',
Ejaculated
And dived into the memories
Of love and passion.
Scoring a direct hit I watched
Them sink;
Silver tongues and golden rings
Too rest and rust
On the seabed of
Mangled and twisted
Dreams.