Adagio – IV

Fate Sealed

Pulp of the heartwood
Embeds my poems
Laddered with the stench of pigments and dyes
Ink rollers and the water rollers
On the plate round
Inciting the offset
To impose
His ignoble authority
My imperious puke in blind uniformity

I won’t be I
No more
Shuddering amongst the bestsellers
Discounted, pleading for attention
Your fluttering slave forever
The heartwood grumbles its forsaken fate
Brahms performs scrupulously
Stop rewind play
Quintet

Bloom

Happy Birthday

jolted awake
held upside down
in the malodor of a clinical hand.

the green masked monster
lifted me back, intently staring at me.

he wasn’t alone
white clad, a green masked jury
encircled me

a conspiracy brewing in their vicious minds
behind their shadowy eyes…

where is my cocoon?
what have I done to deserve this hell?
hysterical, I screamed.

the evil forces smiled in victory
holding the culprit, awaiting my verdict…
turned to the woman on the bed
sweated out, unsteady…

i am bloodied for a crime, i didn’t commit
i cried, she smiled

benefit of doubt
they cleaned me up
wrapped me in a sheet, swamped with
laundry stink

a dark cloud hovered
held me in his arms
i had never seen him before
he never appeared before
when I cried help
amidst chaos

i jaded a smile