Unfamiliar Bloom Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Stolen destiny was the crime of the century
The unearned honor, the want was not given as much as shoplifted
Stuck in a coat pocket when no one was looking

And you find yourself in a nature you don't recognize
Unfamiliar sky, unfamiliar field
Flowers with unfamiliar blooms
Drugged and venereous, pretend citizens move as always

Scornful Scorpio imprisoned by expectation
Leaning on a shovel that is suddenly weightless
Nothing resembles the garden you've tilled and worked on for the last five years

Suffering eyelash punk uses the phrase "the world I know" loosely
No, not everyone is worthy and when the unworthy claim for themselves, the sky screams and tears like onion skin paper not solid enough to bear the weight of ideas transferred upon it

Ruffled feathers obscured by purple ferns grown to giant size
And emitting the nectar of no tomorrows and self-delusion
Self-delusion is carefully tended by stocky, severe hausfraus in mildly threatening aprons
Pictures of kitchen implements on aprons displayed in a threatening way