An elegant corruption of the truth
(to be sure)
Not with subtlety,
But through blunt force trauma
-ungrounded accusation.
A flurry of absurdity
And grandiose proclamations
Turn into undeniable
Encouragement of murder
Idiocy and prejudice.
A bleak and undesirable future
To look backwards to.
Balance a goblet full of sorrow
On your head until the morrow
With dignity and grace
Hold a steady pace
And smile like
it isn't
there
Fitted snug upon your hair
Waiting to tip over.
I look out to the ocean and see
A finely woven tapestry of
The sheerest gauze overlaid with
Beaded organza winking under the sun
Waves of lace fluttering at my toes.
She beckons to me in a (quiet, soothing) roar
To become one with her composition.
I, who have known many fabrics, but am made of
Flesh and blood and bones and breath.
But also I am filled with her.
My skin prickles under the winds behest
And yearns for her to enfold me.
To fill my pockets with precious stones and
Welcome the embrace of her depths
Like a child returning to her mother's bosom.
