Poetry, Chapter II
Poetry is not beautiful
Dutiful, bountiful or merciful
Bitter or sweet
Or anywhere near as loud
As a coconut cloud
It is as large as the Pacific
And as deep as the specific
Poetry is a fading turquoise wall
Livid bathroom stall
Neutral hallway pall
Torpedoed suburban mall
Poetry tries
Yet lies
Gives to live
Dies to cry
Poetry bombards
Anchors lard
Cellophane stretching
Like NBA retching
Poetry murders
Silliness and slang
Sex and bling
T-Rex and a wedding ring
Poetry is an Iris
Nicknamed Cyrus
Growing like an unborn slut
Tearing in my eye
Like my mother's melting sigh
Missing Mercury
When the sun appears on Mercury
Rappers go inside
Idealists hide
Politicians burn
Pastors for a tranquil day yearn
Shadows stern
Rust turns
Mercury lost at a steep cost
Bitter moss
Planet number one
Does not get it done
Until moon dips its gun
Mercury chased
Gamma rays raped
Who tortures the weak
On this asteroid oblique
Tell me the truth
Why does Mercury weep
Never sleep
On its bed made of sheep?
Mercury rejected
Sun requested
Bile digested
Robert Frost bested
Mercury vaped Venus away
Earth another day
Equator to stay
Hot birds in May
Open the play
Picasso in clay
Mercury does not pray
Replay ballet
Sugar, Sugar
Sweet as a brand-new train seat
Not losing your head when sky is red
Bullet made of lead
Bloody day
Bitter gray
South of May
My soul is never here to stay
Fashioning clay
Made of a subtle stay
During this cursed malaise
Why won't my younger sister's bones break
For the lines she crossed
Lives she lost
Love she tossed
Sculpted raptor by the sea
Solving puzzles three by three
Take me through the Autumn breeze
Where only children learn to breathe
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