How to say the ablest things
that sound like the sounds of living wood,
only that deceased with an impetuous push
Would you wish the tissue against your lips,
stifle the burp..stifle the ill-fated word
as it fell into the laps of the world
too soon to be picked up by the illegitimate
referee’s whistle, in fact, a wishmaster
eager to bustle with manipulations
to degenerate the last morsel you ate
and estrange you from your soul
Your bed was made of feathers
before you woke up with a start
and found it all taut briny weather
That your sleep was your tattler
that roused the dream into a nightmare
For, he snatched your versicoloured aspiration
like a determined hook in your third eye
Are you now as blind as you were before?
And would you dare to dream anymore?
The war falls like an unwelcome wall
of bricks on your head. Do you understand
a malformation only saves you from deformation?!
How some of us only want to count
the flowers in our garden beds?!
Not even the sky rich with stars overhead!
God is the ridicule of the world, even if that
he bestows it with the steel of its resilience
Only he can tell you that your prayer
was not caught in his butterfly net
but was guerillaed and waylaid in an awful mockery
by the one causing all the treachery and chicanery!
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