I do not mourn long Mondays-- Wednesday is gone before I blink back an astonished Tuesday, and at twenty-four already I see my mothers hands sliding across the page That same scrawl following tip of the exigent pen
Nervous mind idly stroking bitter torments That which is aggravated swells inflamed. Like a canker sore deep in the inner cheek The tongue rolling and probing, absorbed by each sour pain Carefully plotting little volcanoes across the slick terrain They burst like purple pomegranates pounding spattered cement on mild fall evenings
So do people sometimes Through tectonics of the brain Those which could be minor psychological blemishes roar to life. Shifting vast emotional plates behind a cool gaze
People hurl carelessness at on another like schoolyard boys chucking helpless frogs at jagged stone walls Ignorant of life's high price And though horrified-- I Can not look away. Eyes bulging, blown out anuses spewing pale intestines slick with blood-- I can not look away. Each giddy chimp, feces Proudly flung-- I do not look away. My heart swollen hungering for that emptiness called humanity Mostly pretense, mostly solitude, mostly cruelty, All personal gain! Meanwhile, brothers and sisters, have you considered the fate of your everlasting soul? I didn't think so
Glassy eyes stare beseeching from bathroom mirrors Tear-stained cheeks belie a quizzical half-smile I will meet that insecure gaze promising to seek my own perfect imperfection No longer guilt ridden and ashamed I will hold the reflected stare aloft with my own true eyes and I swear-- I will not look away