Lost so much in passing
The regrets never die
The past cannot be accepted
Sleeping dogs won't lie
For all the best of the worlds
I have lost
I have gained a little wit
Abrading the softness
From the heart's core and pith.
I'm now a huntress
A moon goddesss
Chasing imagination
For dilettante pleasure
Forgive me for I cannot
See starry skies
And wonder at my leisure.
It's like second childhood
Narcissus dominant
Necrosis imminent
Making love
To corpses in coffins
Of decadence.
My laughter bursts like
Fireworks
Across shimmering metallic Black
The sky is a sly Black widow
Wearing lace
Frothy lies upon her
Neck and back.
I'm beautiful
Like my tattooed
Affectations
I'm shallow
As the imagery
Of my thoughts
Queen Guinevere
No I'm not
Nor,
The lady of Shallot
The world loves
A caption
I can build me up
Or tear me down
To a cartoonish caricature
Of a larger-than-life
Cut out.
But it's all tricks and treats
It's forever mirrors and smoke
Inside the shell
Of my nutty show house
Died a child
Who never spoke.
Or she lives perhaps
With saddened eyes
She lives up to her
Rapacious lies
Merry eager
Wizened wise
Her Muse demanding
She pays this price.
(c) Amrita Valan 2017
No comments:
Post a Comment