I cast you off
To an isolated cell block
A tropical crisscross of barbed wire
The world is through with you
Your chants, your mischief, your Jewry
I cannot stand anymore
I broke my mother's china
Because your name slipped into my mouth
Slithering on my tongue
Burning, burning like napalm
You serpent
I cast you off
And still my locks are picked
Newscasters warn danger lurks
In the basement, under the rug
In my soup
What shall I do?
I fried all memory of you
Unconscious photographs I bleached with serotonin infested capsules
Spent my recovery reading novels in the garden
Only to come back to you to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I agree, a dark write yet with bits of light peeping through. I wonder what you would make of mine - I Walk in the Sunshine - No one has got it right yet. Adeline