Screaming
starvation on the streets
Dogmatic
diagnosis
A
brown leaf brawls
against the wind
Crumbling
crunches
And
withering stems
Waiting
on the steps of liberty for
kingdoms
Absent
of kings
Queens
quarrelling
In
spits of oblivion
Silver
swords reigning
toxins
A
heir for a heir
For
blood is power
Like
smooth like silk
A
faceless distraction lingers
unknown
Fear
not defeat but
the poison of words
The
slithering of tongues
To slay humanity
So
many people for little love
Casting
catastrophe
Underlying
tragedy
Inevitable
The
audience lied to
The
audience leaving
Descend
the curtains the barriers
of secrecy
Blood
shedding backwards
A
mother’s touch as
soft as velvet
Dark
is the day of
cloudlessness
Dark
more the hour
Of
aftermath
A
projection of expectations
A
coat hanger endorsing punishment
Pathetic
hope as disguised
insanity
Excuses
of optimism
Euphemisms
for
Ideas
inclined to oppression
God’s
overthrow
Nature
enthroned
Adoring
reason, strokes
of an ego
A
portrait insane
Some
were destined for greatness
Others to observe it
Others to observe it
I
have some good jokes I want to tell:
Je serai poète et toi poésie
Eu serei poeta e você poesia
But
I shall wait to be laughed at harder, and healthier
I will wait till I am rich
