Charlatan

Two days haven't written a line yet
That made any sense to me.
I am writing rants on social media
Picking quibbles with strangers
on patents and Generic medicines
GMOs and bees.

Two poems I wept out of my soul
But they made no sense at all
I am wild inside with ecru grief
My story must be told.

My love is like palest yellow sun
soft and steady at dawn.
My life is white dwarved
Burnt out of existence
Your super nova shout of passion
Now exhausted extinction.
My template is tolerance
Idiosyncratic ratiocination.

I went out with the girls
The restaurant seemed all out of joint...
The end of the universe
Seemed more on point.

Sitting on a fence a bewitched lass
A bean town babe so lame
Cursing solitary inside the frame
Of filthy Facebook fame.

The innards of the mind
Are ugly
The duckling cannot accept
The swan she wants to turn into
Is an albino mistake.

The wind sucks my loneliness
Fashions it into recycled breath for me.
Soft and soggy
The roof is drowned.
The basement, it rises, see!

From dead underground
From hellish scabby wounds
And if you ever understood
This mind's merry go round
You would be frightened
To be me.

A love turns to lie
A courtship turns to alms
Sweet romance forever becomes
Pity applied as balm.

This is a charlatan poem
shortchange for verse.
The stunning betrayal of a
Conspiring
Concupiscent universe.