Uninviting Destiny

I would not understand 
your fabric, when you come 
wearing only smile. 

The politics of life was beyond 
my poetry. I only have the words 
as my wealth. No other assets. 

I wanted more space 
between the black holes. My earth 
needs a rebirth. I am very lonely. 

Poison poems. You always 
sparred with a family of weighting 
heights, which could not touch the sky. 

A series of serial killers, 
were ready to begin the assault 
on the tossing daffodils, deaf, dumb and blind.