Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem 

Mother, I didn’t erect gravestones for you, 

because, though you were so earthy, I knew 

you didn’t belong to this planet! So am I 

lost in such utter alienness, that I barely feel 

I walked beyond the planet’s threshold; what with 

so much fish around! I just could hope 

brother Jesus wouldn’t be called a fish; so, we  

could uphold our love for him! I am just  

feeling at a loss, that everything I do,  

every sibling I have, should recount the horror 

of being overtaken by the sea and be pretentious 

of its joys, as if there was no longer any work cut out  

for me; but just to have to deepen my crisis of wallowing 

in a stalemate or checkmate. How could I implore my true love,  

when she fears so much for her own survival,  

and still more, fears her cutthroat dad (PSP)?  

Does she think AA is justice’s scales, or fishy?  

You’d think PSP loves to be the fish he is, even if AA won for a hundred years? 

I don’t blame my true love! We are all so much victims of  

choosing between one condominium of evil or the other, like  

a parody written from an original score, where 

love seems only beaten down, and intrepidity 

falls flat on its face before treachery! What a joke! 

I just don’t like my homepage being a default of treachery 

This ransomed suspension in the continuity of my line,  

when my dad (and son) is so cruelly hijacked  

that I wish not for any legacy manifesting! 

Mother, do you see the wantonness of the crossroads 

where I valiantly differ with the commandments  

of overwhelming treachery, so I only must opt to defer! 

There can be the loves in my soul, that I 

must never have! Midas knows that the gold he created 

by touch, is taboo. Mother, I am no concordance 

with any evil, so there must only be an absence  

of love in reality, and an absence of loyalty, because of all the bodygrabbing. 

We must all cop defeat for our redemption! 

For, the retaining of the frugality of everyone’s salvation 

is in not having anyone you love or respect, at all! 

Or should I cease to be Atlas and just fling away  

the entre blue watery ball to its destruction?