Poems? Really?

"My Favorite Weapon Is You"

I'll leave compassion on the street
Like a dog on a leash
Indifferent to defeat
And offer up condolences
To a mother-less child strapped to the backseat
As the car careens into the ocean
We act as bystanders to the side-show attraction

I'll set the fire
If you'll light the match
At least we both know how to pour the gasoline
And walk away in victory

We will become famous as silhouettes
Like the last brushstrokes
Of an artist's sweet rendering of
Life, or what it was supposed to be
Forever earmarked with watercolor
Upon the protege's canvas of blood and stone
Since marble is too difficult to sculpt
Keeping his posture straight
And his composure intact
As the maniacal artist resets the bone structure
Of the beauty standing before him

I'll be the fountain
Always in motion
Releasing tension
Youth disguised by the psyche of
Playing "Forever Young" on piano
One last time