I find myself prancing
quite entrancing before the gods,
shucking off hell one sin at a time –
one bad hair day, one more bad rhyme –
as the last of my estrogen leaks out
and a phone rings somewhere
on the edge of the world …
Awaken! The twilight is dying!
Sinister and transparent,
evil’s inherent behind such bullshit.
You drive angry children from the flock;
from my womb, a ticking clock;
open-eyed and curious what regrets
my Father left here behind Him
without a backward glance …
Alas, alack! The day too will vanish!
We’ll never catch up to where He roams;
a ‘ways from home; beyond this earth,
‘cross the place whence The Bastard hath fled;
your face in the mirror, my soul since bled.
We stretch damp cats out to dry
within sight of Whose eyes my likeness
was lost after so many voyages …
Zounds! The Knight is fleeing!
Alas! ‘Tis the bed that I have made;
where I prayed and flickered to sleep –
a song in my heart, feather in my cap;
on a journey with a hinky map…
buying dreams one dime at a time;
selling secrets to unlearn the past;
the stink has vanished….
Repent! It’s time for dying!