Blighted

The blight furnishes itself in dollops of oohs and aahs and
Brilliants and skirmishes of angst battling with overdoses

Of what it means to be and the right of animals and the
Forsaken guilt trips, the armchair residues of permanent

Philosophy, of moral turpitude, the glass full of anaemic
Passion juice, and the urgency, the tepid urgency of

Shodden matters, trodden with loud hats and excuse
Me pleases, excuse you jesus, and the line that is taut

Just enough so as not to break, but bending is allowed
Otherwise it breaks, the brilliants and skirmishes come

Tumbling down; the blight is furnished o so often but
Not often enough, the oohs the aahs, and thank yous.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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