Benign

Tired of feeling insignificant.

05/12/12

 

Paper Doll,

Tangled in the mess of these ones' wicked gardens -

Dodging their pothole scars, hairy pitfalls, rampant flames,

And the vines in want of sewing you so shut that naught can

Escape you and your mind (especially from out your mouth):

They do not accept true rain -

Only that from betwixt your thighs;

Despite your natural song that proves

More is at stake and necessary.

They will not change regardless investments made, hands held,

Heads nodded, bodies embraced, nor oathes consecrated.

The memory of you, your contributions, YOU,

(If not straightaway, sooner than later)

Become dust, desecrated as overripe degenerative matter,

Encapsulated and entombed in the catacombs

And possum kingdoms of such as is their minds.

You are but a colorful spluttering that,

If they could,

They would erase and wipe away:

Evidence of your existence -

Fodder. I shudder for you,

Paper Doll,

Even as I

Pray.

 

Author's Note

Art: "I Like This Bit" by Turkesart.

Reviews

[eglantine]

"possum kingdoms" right there is a poem in itself.

[Melobldnfr]

Was playing with the idea of both the group and the thought of actual possum kingdoms. Thanks for noting. Xo.

[zainul]

Lovely poem

[Muse]

I enjoyed this prose very much. I like the emotions you createe with the paper doll metaphor. Good work.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I shudder for you, Paper Doll, even as I pray..........excellent