The Heights Of Ambivalence Poem by Raj Dronamraju

You walk on my back
Like I used to walk on my father's back
When I was a small boy
Helping to knead the tight spots and the knots

You come on like a get out of jail free card
And with stunning regularity you wear out this welcome
Still no provocation for sour watchdog
I believe in the self assurance of lack of stimulation

You of skyscraper loud voice is outside frame only
Easily collapsing when analysis flys into it
I don't find you entrancing but neither do I find you repulsive

I have never aspired to reach the heights which were also the depths that you finally sunk to
Your preferred environment is frayed and fifth hand and worn
Gidget on a beach contaminated by and strewn with medical waste