All aboard, pack your
Bullshit and your party hat. Toss around
Confetti, a sideshow for the
Damage you disperse.
Enshrined in your own hate.
Forgiveness, I gave from within my marbled veins.
Gnawing at my neck, biting at my
Heels you are never satisfied. Weeping red,
It’s never enough to satiate your un-
Know this, you’ve
Lacerated my skin, my mind, my heart, but
My soul is numbed to the type of pain you inflict.
Never will you be welcomed back. A parade for your departure.
Place your tidy hate in that pretty party hat. Blow the paper horn:
Reality is only perception, but you know nothing about that.
Squander your days in meaningless thought and pillage your penniless heart.
This is poetry! What you cannot fathom. Comprehend. Contemplate. But write your history as you wish;
Ultra-careful like the bill of goods you sell yourself each night.
Velocity of your regret has finally caught a tail-
Wind, and the Reaper is breathing down your neck. I’ve an
X-Acto knife as an artifact. For where I’ve cut
You out. I’ve
Zero compassion left for those that never cared but are never out-of-sight.
The October Poetry Journey continues… #OctPoWriMo
Today is Day 12 of OctPoWriMo join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!
Love and Ink,