Chameleon Part 1

Chameleon Part 1

Mind loading like chameleon
Changing gears shifting colors
Shining shimmering water towers
Colored lights in fountain showers.

There are no rules no real solutions
Exceptions prove rules of every
Occasion. For every matchless swan
dozen changeling princesses die
The prince charms no doubt,
But oh!, he always lies.

In the dark blue of evening mellow
No one sees hope's hurt
Turn sickly green
Hazel light swimming in
Hollow abandon of
Empty heart.
And the stunning
brilliant sickle eyes
Of disjoint and disgust in time
Plotting revenge and
Etching lies.

The world is laughing
Up its ballooning sleeves
Devious tease, teaching us
To please.

I must be an embodiment
Of such awkward truth
Or else, be blackened vessel
for my own funeral soot.

A million rhinestones, paste
Diamonds glittering their venomous glare
Upon the serpent head of knowledge clear
As forked tongues of Babel leer...

Is your hand out then to receive ?
Roll back hideous sleeve,
And hand out relief.

I climb onto the erect serpent's head
In righteous fury, strike a
Chameleon pose, to
behead
But those I strike
The Living Dead.

© Amrita Valan 2015