Small Mutinies
"Small Mutinies"
So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky
cashmere blankets
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles
bleating from the
chirping crickets
and frog croaking
symphonies
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines
of thought
gunpowder glorious
lit fuses
and temporary trip wires
while woolly wolves watch
all the corralled sheep
controlled hearts let loose
out the gates
running and waddling
through life
honking and cackling like
Beatrix Potter's geese
short and long small tall stories
stretched and pinned like butterflies
wings up against a wall
painting life in abstract
suspended and held up by
teasing tweety birds
on teflon canary swings
crying, sufferin' succotash
I tawt I taw a puddy tat
he loves me
she loves me not
like lottery
pulling numbers
out of a hat
small mutinies
6 under
pushing up daisies
we are all
numbered days
forget-me-nots
still in school
tangled up
in our complexities
and chalk theories
don and damsel
tight and tort
dégât erased eventually
ash to ash
dust to dust
essence charcoal written
love notes
air waves
sounds, music mathematics
a new language
violin strings haunting
our bodies casual
we are sentenced
causal conjunctions
time counts
its numbers
its true power
days
hours
seconds
who here dares
strip the wild flowers
of all their pretty petals
boils them in hot water
slow steeped and torturous
swiftly swallowing gossip
spilling tea unromantically
blowing their loud loquacious
clown hooting golden trumpets
wet and turned on,
like electric light switches,
shocked, they stick to each other
like glue, gloating self gratification
ingratiatingly without form
knowledge, wisdom,
substance, grace
killing
unknown Jonah bellied whales
with their barbed wire nets while
whispering fragile dandelions
into their black holed abyss
pushing troll armies uphill
covered in their odorous
brown satisfaction
thinking they are
pulchritudinous
some mysterious
scribes, poets
burning tired
worn scripts,
are writing new
prescriptions for
the blue falling feathers
from tsundoku tarot towers;
they are quill-swimming
in deeper oceans
with sharks circling,
fins and teeth waving
their respect and
utter devotions
jaws holding firmly
thrashing sharp
agape love
love Agape
opening wide
the minefield
minds
catching pearls
small mutinies
leave the pristine
chlorinated
swimming pools
and diving boards;
for the safety fools,
risk is a medicine
best not taken
lifeguards
holding binoculars
sit in their lonely high seats
bibbed and strapped in,
perched like kookaburras
upon their stable sures
they watch the bloodied waters
transforming love letters lost
with new souls
and smiling,
appreciate
the emerging
embryonic
glistening
super powers
the new teachers
arisen
from different baptismal
lightening and thunder clap
evolving intelligence
simply scribble
on the next
whiteboard,
like evangelists,
Munch shout
we are all back
in school again
not out
unscrabbling life’s game
scrabbled meanings
seeking purpose in the
symbols sealing words
old yet new
etched on higher ceilings
what you are afraid of
is your greatest strength
new teeth chewing
the ceiling’s broken glass
Agape love
love agape
kill your darlings
take life
full and naked
by the reigns
riding confidently
directing a different story
sitting astride
what you thought
was the apocalypse
dissolves into
a new and better path
our lives eclipse
the mongers
mouths open
fish hooked
voiceless lips
on the drawing board
written and red bleeding
are scaled back to bone
gutted become
soup for the soul
stewed and brewed
they stop
ancient goats and ghouls
terraforming gaols
they are still standing
on the shoreline
stuck on the watermark
small fish
still minnows
back floating
looking at the ceiling
in blue sky school
words inadequate
“Who makes the rules?”
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
Halloween
sufferin' succotash
A common gag used for both Sylvester and Daffy is a tendency to go on a long rant, complaining about a subject and then ending it by saying "Sakes". Sylvester's trademark exclamation is "Sufferin' succotash!", which is said to be a minced oath of "Suffering Savior".
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2021
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