as luck would have it…
having fallen again, call it denial, call it a
river of love, rushing by…
love may conquer all
but pathologies always win
over-riding romance
with one bold stroke
of bloodthirsty genius
all those devastatingly handsome vampires
refusing to suck your blood
he-bitches craving God’s mistaken race
half in love with fairies
as luck would have it
he met him so close to a full moon
but not close enough
just a sliver, a French tip of desire
and if there is a man up there
he is dying slowly of a joking heart
having come to terms with the last lunar eclipse
that left him in the dark
*
two defensive strokes / one haiku
hand guns called his name
slipping into simile
like razors into veins
this was not a suicide note
just a jagged love poem
longing for another waltz
lyrical weapons
designed by moths to shade them
from the jaded light
*
Oranges & Roses (five pretentious stanzas)
one
the pretentious sentimentality of the clouds
hovering over us
rain, sleet, snow, obstructing horizons
causing thunderstorms to cower
two
the pretentious sympathy of the very poor
rationale behind the strategies some rich people
employ when they describe their personal ideology
on charitable behaviour
three
the pretentious packaging of oranges and roses
in the snow - like Queen Anne and her naked slave
boys
dying dark against the frigid whiteness
as they dance for ghosts
four
the pretentious way of suggesting
Queens had any real power
over the colonization of birthing bodies
and inviting Pocahontas for tea
five
the pretentious desire to take a road trip to
Virginia
just to see whether they sell snow globes
of a famed ‘Indian Princess' and her mis-taken
Cowboys
the beloved, savage, civilization of global tourism
oranges & roses eaten
among
clouds
wealth
snow
tea
travel…
*
gun control (three cozy palindromes)
snuguns
snugguns
snug guns
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