Strange And Awesome In 3 Parts (Cor) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Part 1

I should be translating depressing President letters -
but whereas I feel lost and guilty when there is no work
on my desk; having depressing work I feel rebellious and
fancy-free and surf the web happily and guilt-free, feeling
forgiven and justified by having to RUN for LIFE from the
work texts threatening me. When my I am given too much
work at once, work that makes me cringe, I feel absolved
when I write poetry - because the mountain of menacing
documents is driving me crazy and I HAVE to escape -
so my survival depends on poetry. And without work on
my desk and no need to flee, I can't think of any poetry!

Isn't this strange - and awesome - at the same time?


Part 2

Just remember, sweet-talking one, too many macadamias
made you ill last time and by sweet-talking I refer to your
rhyming, alliterative, assonance lines; wonderful poem, all
onomatopoeia; beware the slow-roasting delight by which
you are digging your own grave, and thank you for your
kind trust in me, being successful will cost me my life or
at least my spirit, already I feel it rising out of my mind
to leave me empty and sad as I fight a senseless boredom
of forlorn legislative administrative mind-numbing lines….


Part 3

I envisage how I clamour for help from colleagues who
think I'm brain-dead and how I just ask everybody who
knows Afrikaans legislation to help me find the correct
terms, taking my sweet time to get the threatening text
done; after hanging myself given the sad slow pace of
my lack-of-progress through depressing President letters,
after being guillotined for displeasing Scorpio, Lord and
Master of the Crocodile Castle, and after you tut-tutted
me and failed to show befitting sorrow at my envisaged
Via Dolorosa - aha, this macabre piece of Bizarre Horror
makes me feel ever so much better now!

[12 August 2014]