Mother
You ruled us
not by love
But by guilt & threat
Your care was
Founded on obligation
and furnished by conditions.
Your address
was harsh and to shout
And to hit
Your requisition was
obedience in silence
without review
Nontheless I will miss
You in my place
when you will be no more.
Truth
Truth you put on the pedestal.
But truth put you on the dirty dust of the ground beneath.
Hate
Hate boarding home.
Hate fake honeymoon.
Hate alternative wife-hood.
Hate alone forlorn.
Hate undeveloped ground.
Hate underpinned routine.
Hate dull smartness.
Hate lackluster sex.
Hate dog threats.
Hate losing self.
Hate subtracting family.
Hate icy bitch.
Hate hot silly.
Hate gray aging.
Hate fraudulent friends.
Hate lazy weight.
Hate missed opportunities.
Hate lame love.
Hate miserable foolhardiness.
Hate empty pocket.
Hate public belittlement.
Hate close sufferings.
Hate missing time.
Hate cardboard house.
Hate irresponsible idiosyncrasy.
Hate deadly inertia.
Hate poppet man.
Hate dysfunctional wedlock.
Sleep
Sleep deserts
The most needy of the neediest.
Like your shadow deserts,
When the light of your life wains.
Storm
Storm of life
When the lies in peeled truth discovered, When the cancer of grandma’s pain discovered, When the emptiness of the seat behind my work desk is discovered, When the departure of the dawn is discovered, When the narrow threads of forgotten relations discovered, When the loss of the Bitch’s unfaithful sister is discovered, When the fungus of gran’s existence is discovered, When the rot lost landscape of mine is discovered.
The storm is brewing.
The eye of the storm, here I stand!
Rotten
Rotten world.
Rotten tomatoes.
Rotten words.
Rotten sacrifices.
Rotten faces.
Rotten bonds.
Rotten PCs.
Rotten home.
Bitch
The bitch as in my four legged bus stand love.
Pure courage, smart, a straight-forth beauty.
The bitch as in his virtual world with well assets and sensuous eyes.
The one who had always been in his real dreams from the first sight on while I was blindly asleep.
Now
I now look at you not with a pure heart.
But with a sigh.
With eyes of a spy.
Dog days are over.
Bereavement
Bereavement has no boundaries.
It covers your brain like a lichen.
Growing like a bark.
Strains all the essence of will to live.
Leech
You leech!
Thee sucked my blood
To thy heart’s content
And broke away
Without even my knowing it.
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