3 Shoet Porms Poem by zmz gbzn

world, i am sorry
you are broken, bleeding, twisted
wreckage of an idyll
that once wanted life.
beauty is smeared on lips
like the colourful pigeon
carcass, headless, i met with
in my wanderings today.

you cannot excuse my running away
perhaps, mayhaps, maybe
but horse in circles goes
penned in by naughty words:
i want to be a friend to you
and this, i fear, for such a deer
is simply not enough.

there are too many people
plucking at my heart-strings,
too many tearing out my mane
for scratching fiddle strings.
i await a package bright
and tied in coloured strings
and to which a shall reply
with many whinnyings.
will you forgive that we may
not forget?

i am
an ogre
slow
and pensive
i seek
control
of
things
i cannot
and
dully
trudge
along

bright eyes!
happy face and
warm hands.
i rested and you held
both me and burden well.
why? i cannot kiss you
but with words.
will you cut off my mind's tongue
and punch its lips puce?
aye, wretch.