disillusionment: like chemo for reality

poetdreamerfool:

i.

in my main era;
my heart remains
a sudden movement
when all is still–
that cop holds life in his hands
like a uterus;
my birthright is a fortnight
felt in a second;
a heavy second helping
after a light first plate.
the first day on the job
feels like a dyke’s first date–

ii.

I keep a keen eye
for the theme why;
the sun’s yellow petals
bloomed over a once dark boulevard
treat the block like Julliard;
the code is broken
and our minds are mended,
our minds blended
while our hearts stayed lonely
and stole glances at despair–

iii.

there the cop stood with the alleged perp
like Frankenstein with his monster
made from
Trayvon’s eyes,
Freddy’s spine,
Eric’s thoat
your heart
and your mind;
if you’re going crazy keep going;
up shit’s creek
rowing;
Earth,
know your worth–birth;
dancing spears of light
haninging over a hedonists;
mark of the beast,
instinct extinct– remiss bliss from the bullshit;
the grey things moved through the irregular field of colors
stormy realism– close your shutters
these stanzas ain’t in Kansas
no more
opportunity knocks
but you gotta walk through the door.
walk through the door– leave.