Just one more tap tap TAPPING at my brain
With that chirping, taunting tone
And I will reach my plastic nails
into mommy's mouth, down her wind pipe
and when I discover her voice box,
I'll grab hold twisting and wrentching the organ
As if it were the Tangable in an effortless match of Tug 'n War.
After I dispose of 'the Method to her Madness'
in an ant infested castel,
I see just how generous and considerate I am,
Despite her inconquerable pride.
Quite a feast I presented to the ants
Smothered with crimson layers
that splayed the head of my 'virtious' mother
with a halo of gory reverance.
I would have never been so charitable
as to make donations to such a trivial cause,
if mother's gouged eyes had not been so blindly judging.
Igniting my determination in the wake of their uncoherent state.
Our perspectives lacked an equilibrium of interests.
'Sucess' had her panties in a bunch
interpreting its idealistic means.
Now her pietous position in the Higher Archy
would be demoted irreversably.
Stationed to a grave where Truth can not be measured on a slant.
What has damned, is damned,
There is no poetic euphemism in which her fate can be framed.
No one left but the ravenous lady Death to take the blame...
There was a contemptous smile playing on the lips
of an accosting rodent fiend.
It sniveled at her climaxing breath
awaiting her final gasp
like that of a canabal crouching low
by its wounded prey.
One tear stained the lining of my clevage
with remnants of mascara.
I cried because she would never truly know her daughter,
for all those wasted years.
Now the darkness only began to prevade
My visage was but a blur and the picture was daring to fade.
The second tear that flawed my cheek
was not for pity but for shame,
Would I end as I began,
The product of a cursed name?
A hapless novelist whose pen drew detached blanks.
I am just a blade of grass witnessing Nature.
From a valley's view point,
I attempt to explain
that She and I, the dieing ember and it's spawn,
were on equal playing fields all along.
I realize there is no good and evil.
The definitions differ from eye to eye.
She would keep my secret,
the lifeless form beneath my feet.
I had embraced my maternal instincts,
Mother's values that neglected Truth
and bought me lies.
And now I am no better,
acting on an impulse,
I saw myself in the empty woman's eyes.
I am damned without a euphemism
in which my fate can be framed.
No one left but slipping Time
To take the blame.
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Goodbye, Mother Dearest
Lemme tell you 'bout my mother...
Seriously, after you've bought a dickshunary, perhaps you ought to talk to a therapist.
kj
p.s. where do neon nazis fit into the Higher Archy? After all, it's a doggy dog world.
Seriously, after you've bought a dickshunary, perhaps you ought to talk to a therapist.
kj
p.s. where do neon nazis fit into the Higher Archy? After all, it's a doggy dog world.
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that makes sense... 