STICKS AND STONES

Words are deadly weapons
with a power of their own
meant to kill the spirit
and tear into the soul...
an insidious poison frozen
in time and space
a wound that bleeds again
with each memory
and each new cruelty
that violates the sense of Self
and the essence that defines
our uniqueness and betrays
our vulnerability

candy floss
the glitter gloss
like poison in its glass
she swallows the pills
feels her soul gasp
shudders her heart
feelings life pass
she walks her runway
green eyes mean
she drives too fast
in her lovers machine
Dolce Gabbana
and internet love
in the blackness of
ravens
she gives like a Dove

..

the legible conundrums of the sweeping wings of an albatross
though the breath of the morning
where the crickets initiate their assidous toil
milk mingled of negligence to dystrophic awaited death
and the gullible faltered malady
amidst the lachrymose songs of gloam

belles dulcimer of the tattered sheets
is graphite ensembled of glass bread
spent fumes on the patter of earthenware
glittering the cluster of overcrowded necropolis
gone dusk feasible of the unripe animalculum
that sneaks to glimpse his share of earth

Thank the two for their creation
to whom we owe our existence
if not the fun they'd that day
we would not be here today

Whatever be they had that day
thank the two for their creation
may be a toast they raised that night
that helped them to get it pretty right

A boy, girl or would there be twins?
crossed fingers and sweet dreams
thank the two for their creation
for some nine months of abstention