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
Copyright © Mari Banks | Year Posted 2013
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