THY BAR POLE

The way you dressed was Night Lead, Jordan Heart Pouring, Duluth after the deluge, the true work clothes trade post, you’re the athlete on the for I heart-hart fanatical field who I love the most.

Heading north in the air’s cool man way on that fair Saint Sunday. It was you who shined from coast to coast bluntly, who played the host, of you dropping down every jump-turn you chose, in order to be cousinly the best track and field athlete inside of the red bull mode.

Your cushion-mat, the door with the sound of Thor, was the of me’s, of I’s wind’s birthday who against the dom-of-bore, made me into the journalistic person of me on the sideline, I’m your bro .

Being so grown, I just had to yell “Go”

And During my treasure trove of love “I just had to yell “my heart is not made out of wood with a wode”

Raring to be the best over the bar, there you were

Preparing never at rest was your past 6 foot height I concurred

Over the bar pole you went, over the bar pole you spent the seconds with hours

Like other anonymous average peers like myself, I went towards your heart again, with a personhood without fear, not fearing your strong presence and power, and something draws me to you, my friend,  my “thy bar pole athletic flexible tower”   

Extraterrestrial Bike Beings like me androgynous, love your personhood, and shower you with flowers, flowers with the official color of red bull, Inside of your presence I’m no longer a coward.

Avalon Dakota

2/5/25

6:44am

Avalon Dakota

3/12/25

4:24am

posted at 4:42am 3/12/25

Thy Bar Pole