Derelict Museum
Coal hearted caretaker
never could accept or give love
has a collection of wounded women
placed them in his half dead heart museum..
he painted over one with an oil colored tongue
stuffed her into a silent taxidermy bird
He turned some into paper mâché mobiles
fingered them into a sad sort of yellowing
void of any hope then left them for dead
Forever spinning at the end of his selfish rope.
Others sit hollow eyed- clay pot women
chipped and rotting
from disrespect and neglect.
Lastly, a foyer of unsmiling, bronze busts
monuments to his volcanic prick of destruction.
One conquest was glass blown
he wove her spirit into a poem.
Hung it in a forgotten corner of his mind
framed it in his blood and karmic dust...
Someday he'll have to pay back all debts,
and become a forgotten etching in a derelict museum.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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