You stand suspended as sentence stopper slender and straight, with feet in limbo your citrusy blue tint makes me stutter your curled and curved cousin stands just so his sour face blinks at me amber-ly bright waylaid by your huey presence grand my words splutter and stop at your sight leaving me with the mouthfeel of sand.
Bare and naked it stands brown, brittle bark barren, leafless branches your toxicity torched it once vivacious now vanquished once stately now withered it waits forlornly to be axed I feel guilty when I look at it for I killed it too; unintentionally. yet, I feel like a murderer no different than you
No, I did not immerse your ashes as is the custom I did not want to pollute the holy waters I did not scatter your ashes on the ground the thought of the earth being blighted smote my heart I did not disperse your ashes in the air how could I sully further the already sullied I thought I was being wise when I buried your ashes deep under the ground in a cemetery but your venom seeped into the soil this tree, a dying declaration that evil cannot be interred with bones.
Nestled amongst the twigs of sleep every night amidst stockpiled straws of stolen sunshine adorned with knick-knacks of living my dreams lie cushioned comfortably ensconced within them is my fledgling poetry
Flapping tenuous wings of a new sprung idea my verse hesitantly will start its lone flight never ambitious enough of owning the lofty sky striving to float free of encumbrances then happy to home in to hospitable hearts.
Charlatan Luna, shining coquettishly in borrowed finery Takes undue advantage of nature binding us in a binary My brightness, my albatross Her luminosity, also my cross Paeans sung in secondary’s praise; I rue being the primary.
Chauvinism’s foot pressed firmly on the reverse gear the cycle of life hurtles at break-neck speed back into the dark ages of yore crushing progress in one fell swoop
Men! Strut your stuff pick up the arms go on a rampage hunt down dissenters as well as naysayers brook no argument cock that snook bam! wham! the sham of civility shattered gleefully justice will be served by the barrel of the gun!
Women! Cross your legs and press your knees together you are being recast as damsels to be disrobed and used as a product your body no longer yours your life worse than chattel barefoot with swelling belly; that’s your destiny.
Rights! What rights! might is right and how can the right be wrong bring forth in this world the unwanted raise an army of abandoned, misfit kids then give them the licence to hunt and gather.
Rejoice! Patriarchy rules again we are in the war zone fodder for the frontline should be churned without shame the darkness of heart envelopes the world maniacs are in charge life is cherished the living be damned!