Cynacism a draft best taken alone
Don't ask me
where does she get this shit?
I am ducking under the cut and thrust
a question poised on tip of tongue
falls unspoken into a surprised lap of the gods
And Shelley has the where with all
to label me hypocrite
She lashes left and right
striking unprotected flesh
I cannot protect myself from a reflection
the way she mirrors my disaffections
What a retarded conversation
she hammers home her point
a six inch nail straight through
the curve of my skull
and its not the content of her arguement
but more the way
it loops around itself
a serpent consuming its own tail
leaving no room for dissent
I don't buy it
No, and neither do I
2 comments:
i just found these about shelley. what a wonderful commentary about your girl! have often thought of writing about my own daughter with that kind of clarity. this could be a shove to me to give it a try! thanks for the inspiration!
Hi Sparrow, it is an endless fountain of inspired whining for me *laughing*
She is an astounding creature, and has me on the run more often than not, but she teaches me so much about myself.
Glad you got something from these poems, I may run another series, hope you post some as well.
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