Surely She Should -Poem
Surely She Should...
Standing, shaking, solemnly
searching for sweet
serendipitous Serenity.
My soul slashing, scratching, seizing,
standing strong -standing still.
Silence sings something sane,
something safe.
Sages speak softly, slowly
spewing soiled salves.
Songbirds singing sexual serenades
swiftly swoosh.
Speak? Swoon...?
Such satisfactory surges
swamp society as I stare subconsciously,
selectively.
Selectively, selective...
smart selection seeming so small.
Suddenly...
stricken, satisfied... secretly swooning.
Shall she sabotage such scared sacrifice.
Surely she should see my staggering soul?
Surely she should see...
me.
-© Robert Hutchinson