Inward.

Americana Injustica

Huh? Huh?

You don’t need to know
the science
behind how a supernova glows,
in order to see, so vividly
these scars;
I sport them proudly
like you probably sport
your caviar,
your mini bar,
the Cuban cigars –
yawn…
this bores me;
don’t act like you
do not
secretly adore me,
forcefully, lips sewn
confusing me…
how should I
have somehow known?
It’s not rocket science,
my compliance
is a choice I make,
ever renewed,
ring true?
You bet I do…
Again, let’s spin
around the room,
you’re mad because
I can’t comprehend you…
But you know that
feeling…

all too well, too…
don’t you, Blue?
Passive Aggressive
in designer shoes…
never did question
what the fuck
I see in you…
your horns curl inwards,
just the same as mine do  –
combustible
ignitable
it isn’t any surprise.
That you’d be too ornery
to look me in the eye,
even…

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9 thoughts on “Inward.

  1. Rita says:

    Thinking of you, AJ. Hoping all is okay ❤

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  2. doubtpuppet says:

    Delicious poetry. I like the horns curling inwards. Great stuff. Would make good open mic I bet. (says the guy who’s too scared to read his poems out to himself in an empty room – ha ha ha)
    Off to google ornery. I think it’s a birdhouse. Bet you a billion dollars.

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