My Sincerest Apology
Hear my words like peach cuts below the dotted lines
sound of scissors lying with lightening breath
anger brim over as pail of air,
vibrates a staccato fashion stretching the encores
that boom over and over;
bough bending laughing Queen cherries
in the orthodox church.
To love in a dream of polar ashes,
bullet train exiting and entering,
we are of the same expertise crafty words
built up to erect monuments and
dew borne wet lances yet everyone of you
want the weed to grow, everyone of you
expect embers to fade, soil
to dry up from impending firestorm of
hail Mary’s and sweet Jesus.
Why do you compensate your jealous
affair in exchange for retribution?
Why tear down hard workers
willing to earn a wage for a simple living?
Learn to forgive, never forget
you told me it’s too late for apologies
miles and miles of wood
sound of sex in the night cut short
your ring exposing your true age
growing tall and wide, luscious, the murmurs
of blade through stalks as the distant star implodes.
Trees fall over; singed bark leaves a trail of
burnt scent of putrid cadmium rods and salmon.
I return ablaze in the night’s sky
with vengeance to coffer your lemmings and henchmen
with a single scroll of parchment; subjugate the entire
world with a drip and drop of this ink pen.
An un-stoppable chain reaction-
you will love me as you’ve done
before many nights ago, once again.