Post This One

So I’m doing my hair but thinking to write, feeling the urge,
But it is hot outside.
You can’t post this one, it doesn’t sound like poetry...
Because its Moet-try:
Pretentious but intoxicating.


The world sleeps...
Silent enough to NOT hear the faint pulse of a strangled moral.
This one is for that incredible first love-
The love at first sight at that party that crew crashed.
For that affair never had because he was too young.
For sweet lies and clawed thighs.
For love in and after the club.
For Handing Over Ceremonies with bitter-sweet feelings.
But so what?
What of then and even now when there is all else,
When there are yet rules to break and lies to tell?
Fuck fables.
Turned tables predicated on cherished misconceptions.
Genuine friends that spoke the truth.
That boldly typed: Take it or leave it.
Bless the cursed ones...overlook their inequities.
Father forgive them for they know all too well what they do...



You can’t post this one- its incomplete yet too telling...
Obscure yet crystal clear
So many reading are wondering: Is that about me?
Good...it is and it isn’t.
To integrate is to manipulate with the view to elevate...
But still.
So very hot outside...
But you make it cold inside;
And in my mind I make it right to ride.


Simply complicated.
This is dedicated to my resented but resentful catalysts.
For open eyes but fearful of them arriving only after soiled sheets.
I read: Will today be the tomorrow yesterday dreamed of?
And then thought, but who the fuck does yesterday think it is???
This is my story!
Of colours that wont mix and those that do too well
Of oils.
Of feared drops of red after mixing browns
Because the greens blazed like Purple.
Stubborn desire bleeding to death at the hands of well-placed pride.
All at the feet of the musically inclined,
Singing:
“I want to give you some good good loving, oh I, oh I, oh iiiiiiiiiiiiiii”
But you just can’t post this one!


Lest it reveals the end of the road that never really ends
I am so happy I could scream! So blessed it’s special...
Doors open and close until someone takes them off their hinges,
For memories’ sake, I’ll keep the doors because tonight...
The whole fucking house burns!
The educated fools watch so hard they blink inopportunely.
Occasionally, I laugh uncontrollably...
Until tears run down my cheeks unto my chest then breasts
It was all so real, it never really was.
There really could be no words...
When doing deeds they didn’t deem overly damaging
Damn!
Nothing to speak of...no moment to capture.
Absolute-ly nothing to report.
So why post this one?