Some locks are meant to remain as they are
Secure in their closure
But you
Your mission is to force each one open
To see if one might hide something you like
You have your tools
Your trinkets
Your weapons to use
You jab and poke and ****
Prop this up, stick that there
Sweet gestures and honeyed words
Smiles, winks, and pleasant address
Persuasive coaxing, another skilled shift
The bolt bends a little
Slips back into place
The lock creaks, groans, protests your intrusion
But you pay it no mind
You break the bolt with your deft fingers
Open it up, see what's inside
And decide you don't like after all
What secrets this lock hides
Too much of this, too little of that
The lock and its contents are useless now
Like a stripped *****
A rusty wrench
A snapped blade
If only you'd let me be
And now I lay useless
Broken
Some locks are meant to remain as they are
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
You tell me you’re full
Like a kid with too much cake
A runner with sloshing water in his belly
You tell me you’re full
So full to the brim that it comes out your eyes
It pours out your mouth
It seeps out your skin
You tell me you’re full
So full it consumes you
Stretches till you’re see through
Pushes until you rip at the seams
You tell me your full
So full of feeling
Like a tap stuck on flow
Like a cloud always crying down on those below
You flood
And the streets run with it
People drown in it
Love flees from it
You tell me you’re full
I cannot relate
You sit, all wrinkled like a prune
So full and soaked and saturated
I ask for a drop
I’m parched
My earth is dry and caked
Cracked
Under the hot desert sun
Begging for rain
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC