m a r v e l o u s

by donk2ymouth   May 8, 2019


Oh yes, I've tried indeed to forget
all the pain I've made, created
a how-not-to, this do-not-do,
guaranteed to burn down and screw
it all, torch the walls and bid adieu
fire fire, burning higher, well
you freaking liar – pants on fire
too bad not even the town crier
gives a smoke about your burning ash,
you should hope you choke on something fast
your stupid stomped out, smouldering past
perhaps that's better than a life long last
enduring chains of pointless pain, and
let acid rain upon your reign
of scarring skin, permanent painted stains
things you made us do, we thought we knew
who was who, but you betrayed the truth
oh, you thought I’d forget to include
the stuff you did to others too?
I confess, I've tried indeed to forget
“Well,” “I’m sorry, I have no regrets”
magic-spells/lies, they command my sweat
to fall from brows furrowed, these furloughed
frowns, funeral gowns – church-bell sounds
incomprehensible caught yours in
fantastic thought, indeed it naught
come from an astronaut,
oh no please stop these dreamy thoughts,
as it’s true, they were brought to you from ground
scholastic sought to see to it that plots
bewildering; they nought must be profound
choice and chances, sounds and senses
intersecting, interspersing, keep rehearsing
and radiating down this path you’re taking
infecting, wrecking, not-not-neglecting
not-not-not reflecting on introspecting
not-not-not-not waiting on
the edge of aging, aching ailing
and so tired and such shaking -
chuck all those pills you’re taking
these words you aren’t saying; are baiting
me into babbling brooks full of bull-spit
you know it’s your turn to yearn to earn
your very own private perfect urn
- to rest and lay, stay and store – forevermore -
No boots or socks or rented clocks
no time or day, nor false words to cross
the eyes of every lie you say
you know memory’s a stupid wish,
and so give a kiss to those you miss
because these days, the only thing you’d
have to say, to this wishing well is
gosh oh gee, pardon me
i assumed you didn’t notice
i couldn’t hock-us-pockus my
dark, deep destructive lense-focus
on something without a heartbeat

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