I do like roses,
But poetry of flowers? Boo
I’ll eat a slice of cake, tastes nice
Satisfies my sugar vice.
A verse or two of ‘sweet’? Okay…
But honestly, that’s not my way.
A simile that’s overused,
Or darkened metaphors, abused
I can do those,
In fact I do,
Yet lately only Truth feels true.
Some free verse maybe, that could work…
where once trees blew in a soft, daggering wind
of chaotic nonsensical shapes of disjointed words
clinging to clinically droned
airborne germs of diseased tainted love
that burrowed into the tenebrous ventricles left behind from my bleeding heart and….fuck knows.
I fight with meanings,
(I guess I could rhyme that with thrice)
You’ve made this very hard for me…
My love bleeds out in Poetry.