Friday, March 15, 2019


I got off the slow train 

and it was the coldest spring day 
 you’d never believe it 

She was the objective & I had no recourse nor grievance. 
Ask me about the papa, well that’s another saga 
Nah gone lie to ye, i’d have felled him 
Or if there’d been time, i’d tell ‘em 
“yer facade of a sound family fooled no one indeed 
And the way she made you believe you succeeded 
Brought her no glee. 
You scraped the sky with negligence 
 Aimed to truncate intelligence 
Thought to retard the development 
And you yourself the white elephant 
 Exposed by the optic enhancements alloy tubes Lenses calibrated eyeballs huge 
Outward orientated, lookin sweaty there 
Joe, senators standing by a tick and a tock . . . 
Hey Joe, that daughter you mutilated,
what exactly was generated? 
A puzzle that was only hers to solve stabbed and accelerated. 
No alternative to ponder. 
Never heard you squander 
Or hesitate 
To denigrate 
A wee mouthy one 
who if unabated 
would have harmed only the ego              
of the patriarchal creative

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