Picket fences

Ok. Unhappy again, by Jove! 😊😢

Destiny's child
Gorgeous illusionist
Living a lie
Craving
White picket fences.
Dressing up her drawers
Paperback romance novellas
Love making on watermarked silk cushions.
Bought on E bay.

Like a penitent spider
Stuck in her own
Lies and deceptions
Trapped in her squishy
Soft suede web.

Home is not a postmark
Or a quiet street address
Where you greet friendly
Neighbors, smug
Suburbia's face.
Leaning over shiny
White picket fences,
No, destiny's children
Live in past tenses
Forever brewing trouble
For tomorrow's
Debilitating days.

I am over the conundrums
Life is too short term
Stretched like elastic
And I want to
Let go,
My eclectic grip.
Watch me zip
And zoom,
Ignoring the nice
Neatened borders of
Your imagination
Half moon smile  hovering
Soft,
On my crescent lips.

I can't wait
To be
This destructive rocket
I can't wait,
So drink to my speed.

Destiny's children
Don't crash-land
They spontaneously ignite
Combust in mid air
In wild Neverland.
I will leave
You my love
My flesh blood and bones
In streaks of remembrance
In Time's
Ionospheric sands.

I will be free from
The Furies
Duty of dirt diggers
Gravediggers
Corpse killers
I will be Lines
In your lethal
Book of memories.

I will be poignant
A page of
Unfinished poetry.

Do fill me up
Fill out my life
As my lights
Go out,
Write the last lines
I will never get to see.

Write down
The most real
The very best of me.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017