Spikenards Poems | Examples

School Never Taught Me This

School never taught me this:

As a mite upon the side of an angel,

Dawn in a place covered by

my hands across my face,

four pillars of goo goo muck,

and a cellophane chick riding

a llama with pink bow ties,

chasing a hurricane of black birds,

squeezing a heart-shaped sponge

in her putrid waters.

Morning cresting over NYC moans,

tender anima fingers thinner

than the cheapest french fries.

I slapped for spikenards telling lies,

between light and darkness is

the unbearable truth: why so many

parents perforate the skin of abandoned

sweet children. Forever. Wish I had more

(opportunity) like chances like embers

to burn these bones to leave nothing:

nor leafless flowers but splattered love.

It's a game exchanged inside multiverses

of fruitless labor for the human mind.

:: 05.24.2023 ::