"barbered" poems
The Sovereign spins string on its fingertips
Creating a tapestry of one’s existence
Forced and bound tightly with silk
Silk braided into barbered wires
Choking and constricting to the very core
Thread searing and branding the body
Trapped in a web of deceit
Puppeteering while I try to lead
Captivated by crystalline chains
Chains which bind me to the eternal night
I stare at the darkness
The darkness stares back
Writhing in these woven webs
Struggling and suffocating
In harmonious cacophony
Desperately clawing towards freedom
The crystalline chains crack
Braided silk unravels into strands
Woven webs wax and wane
Nature’s hold withers away
Released from the cocoon of futility
Threads of fate snapped and spindled
Forced tapestry destroyed and left undone
Replaced by a blank piece of cloth
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
The wicked candle of cindered vacations
Invites in the aroma of specials shopping
For school stationery, short-sleeve shirts
And books with which to bury boyhood.
Once scattered now reassembled,
All were dressed like occupants of a warm, neat nest,
Not a plume lent to a rebellious rise.
Barbered and beautiful in balm,
All gleamed gorgeously, save for your humble, sprouting speaker.
Naturally averse to clipping claws
And vehemently opposed to malting manes,
I slipped through the scorching Serengeti to school,
Rugged and sharp in every stride,
Intent only on ******* on the porch of prissy pigeons.
Horrified, they weighed up my Transylvanian talons,
Convinced such manifestations hail from heretic or heathen heritage.
Looking at my lumped locks with gentrified gall,
They whispered low squawks, suspecting lice.
Two metallic hand-held instruments housed in pouches and boxes
Brought my feline rebellion to its guillotined end.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC