Dirty Little Secrets

If wishes were horses We’d all take a ride and possibly this time We could come inside Without picking up a VD-in-the-box Or a latent addiction we just can’t detox Mind, body, soul, heart, head and feet imprisoned deep in a concrete complication of humiliation and revelation, Pushed off bridges that cross Dreams, desires, expectations . . . Only to land in reality where we sleep with the fishes. But who can sleep with the noise Of bombs overhead Dropping charges of illumination into Each and every head Casting shadows of scattered bones That litter floors of our closets Fears placed on display like Vegas at night - Psychotic. Riotous images of Things left unsaid, Things we wish were undone Resonate in our heads - but Let us pause to give thanks that only Pandora has the key to our Recriminations and capitulations Discriminations that inhibited associations Humiliations that induced devastation Prevented cross-pollination & stopped maturation of our soul – God's creation . . . As we view it through the keyhole of an air-tight little box Reminders of the past the price we pay if it unlocks The reminiscing turns broad highways into vicious stumbling blocks With ghosts of roads not taken swarming round our heads in flocks While blows of our poor choices, rain around our heads like rocks But it is said that every virgin stoned has a chance to receive paradise So we wish . . . Hoping that God will swoop down in one big duex et machina with a Diamond in the back Sunroof top Diggin’ the scene with the ability to save all the virgins And through we sacrifice our happiness on altars of regret There's no absolution Because we won’t let go of our Dirty little secrets