How Many Mornings
will I awaken
tears?
struggling, uncomfortably
adjusting to fears:
change - stagnation breeding boredom
acceptance - realization that it's over
Self - knowledge that I must face
truth - she's found another lover....
discheveled droopy drawers
howling down on all fours,
drinking
under table,
walking
though unable, I
vanish
in the wind.
Symbols of the ways
that I have wrongly sinned,
Against my inner portrait
Image with no mirror,
A painted picture of the soul:
UNDESIRABLY SUPERIOR
to the one you primp
and pose for,
for vanity's sake:
take yr daily dose
of annihilistic rape!
Yr outer - woven
cloven hoofs
are worn and swollen
Better take yr beauty sleep
before Time has it stolen...
So wash yr guilty
wants with lie,
and scrub yr yellowish heel,
rinse yr drydrunk unconscious
and tip-toe at the wheel,
weave in
out the traffic
and push the pedals hard,
to erase the dividing lines from memory
without a spoken word...
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
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