Meet me here angel surrogates
for i have allowed my eyes to consume your make
and out of oblivion exploited my appreciation.
You bayonetted me with a warm grin,
embraced me with you fatal glance,
punctuated my wholeself with your pulchritude,
encacerated me with your decency
and yet decide to burry my ingenous altruism
in a shallow grave...a hole
This cup of coffee before me...
you prepared and stirred good to my satisfaction
and yet you knew i would not smell it.
This coffee i saw you prepare,
salivated and quenched for...
you served it in my presence,
meet me here Yevai
and know that i yearned and quenched for the coffee.
Stern and composed before a huge mirror
I see your reflection instead,
maybe just a ciggarete thought
Judge me not dear
for these folly filled illusions
but you made me drink and smoke,
trying to define my existence in your face.
In the dock i stand now,
facing murder charges and blasphemous attacks
on your innocent mother
for baking this special cake
and throw it into the world of man.
Had i been blind
her deft articulation would not have intervened with my misgivings.
My own psche i have murdered....
meet me here Yevai
This street called love
we were together where it begins...
saw you taking off,
laughed and thaught time shall come
when it was infact ticking away.
Tick-tock tick-tock i have waited
only to write my own epitah.
Had it made a difference if i shouted,
smiled and told you how much you meant to me?
Judge me not Miss
for i will stand in the dock again
facing charges of mental illusions with the creator.
that inside the brown bottle
i will find you
when you were locked in your room instead.
that love was in the air
and i had only the birds to compete with
when some boys were chasing you instead.
Travelled for long side by side
not noticing the dermacation line between us,
the small fence that i thought
too low when i want to jump...
I shall say no more of it
I should have just told you
rather than live a life on paper...
Copyright © Edward Dzonze