I don’t need to be the smartest
Person in the room nor do I
Look to be the prettiest flower
Rancorous lines persist like a
Churlish fence around the heart
Emulated are the forty plus count petals
Palliative in nature heavy their fragrance
Heals the symptoms without actually
Dealing with the cause or the conditions
A heterophemy really just like writing
Down the words that have absolutely
Nothing to do with the story an entire
Novel filled with tenebrous thoughts
Even the outside cover embellishes
Remarkable disdain what’s left to fein
Lionize the unworthy punish the good
Under the rug what a grok if only to be
Handed to the nepotists with fervid
Eloquence coaxing out the cobras
Unwillingly defanged they took my
Voice and made a song out of
Dead roses but it was prettier than
When it was muffled under water
© GÄ
Poétique 