Revisionist

by Michaelw1two in the pit, of my abide; someone breaks wind, burning odour takes over; earth's tides switched forever, the sun's flares reach further; who cares... if I were reversible, an awful thought, is this possible; notions maw, those hooves that paw, you reduced, made by things minuscule; by the straits, of your hypocrisy, who cares... soon, so soon, silver slippery spoons, you think, you thought, you brought, you swoon; your image, reflected through time’s hourglass, contained, within a porcelain thrones surpass; you asked, you demanded, oh fool reprimanded, who cares... beholden to and only hued, of a mindset maimed, god damns, those whose houses, cause humans pain; will contained, this moment’s spine, unholy trilogy, your image, and a cracked reflections eulogy; this shall then divide you, male from other, who cares... man, from thought, from lover, man from mother; we will to meet, exposed flesh, the finished treats, if we speak, you surely will recognize your creator; my voice, the things it’s yearn, oh shite you say, want to hear, can you bare, your thoughts this day; who cares... April 2013