Post by amelie on Jun 14, 2004 19:41:52 GMT -5
Daylight offends me;
A brash insensitive thing,
Shoving bars of the stuff
Between my blinds,
With a pushy optimism;
Like some hanger-on
Who won’t take the hint.
My garden insults me
With its crass display;
Like a whore on the game;
A show of tawdry paste
And cheap perfume,
Soliciting vulgar insects
Who show off tastelessly.
Forests condemn me;
The wind fingers its way
Through the quivering Aspens;
Doddering in senility as they nod
And solemnly pass sentence
In unanimous conviction;
Beyond my reasonable doubt.
Commitment scares me;
Too many illusions shattered
Between the aperitif and coffee
By couples in cafés,
Whose eyes never meet,
In case they come to realise
They are strangers.
Sometimes it just happens;
I’m washing my face and I see
The drips falling,
And the water sobbing
As it runs into the sink;
Till I am overwhelmed
With the waste of it all.
And I try to save one drop,
Some talisman of hope;
Digging nails into my palm,
Harder and deeper;
Till the red flow obliterates
The mind and emotions eddy,
As they murmur to nothing.
Butterflies are to blame;
If I could hasten
The end of the world,
I would crush the indecent
Flap of featherlight breath;
Disrupt the balance of aeons
And let rip a true age of despair.