Chevalerie

I
sought
a green
girdle badge
of humility…
wore it into the tournament
of imagination replacing fetlocks, pasterns,
hooves with four cathedra corners;
an armchair jouster,
Quixote
zealot
in
a
steel
mail
hauberk,
plate gauntlets
clutched a lance & flail
ceiling fan—my windmill rival—
kicking gilt prick spurs in a cushion steed’s destrier
I championed flex room mêlées
tilting yet dethroning
chivalric
visions—
crushed
quests.