Friendship's Omission

As I Soak in hummingbird’s exhale I feel tragic sonatas Trying to chain Trying to crucify My sedentary grip on instability I smell the repugnant commoner Blasting scattered shots Against yesterday’s decent I became the handsome error again. The godfather of uplifting idle minds Sedated within the bosoms of complacency Because, indirectly, I was the inebriated screw-up Immunized with community pride As 420’d lyricists Puff corrugated burns To keep their spine Fused in relatable, Flaccid significance They dodge flagrant accountability Like an intentional cripple And I Slow dance with agnostic prayer There would be no commandments To remind me That I am still beautiful inside Beautifully flawed. Beautifully demonized. Beautifully improper. Ugly. Yet, Gaia’s sun empowers this stanza To breathe better breaths To see what refuses to be seen And no longer accept what cannot be changed I carve milestones upon gravestones In friends’ memoriam, nevermore It felt peacefully redundant to be important, Chiseling away the vowels of animosity Attempts to hold my hands Within this ambidextrous nightmare Right hand, red Left hand, chained Courteous disdain For developing minds, Their figure of speech Meant no blissful harm With their 40 lashes Conjured by judgmental testaments Oh, how they preach for better tomorrows While stirring yesterday’s pot Becoming the “end” in “friend”... ©D.J.E.