BARGAIN BRAND

Bargain Brand

The most corrupting thought I’ve heard aloud,
Was when you said I had to settle,
Or that I was, in this moment,
With you the same reason birds are
For twigs.
As if I picked your bones from the lot,
To make a home in my mind,
And all thought that would do you kind,
Left. So I consider now
the capital sin,
how we bound all love to forms.

Has the rose bloomed?
Has the lark sung?
Has the earth laid out the path to reach the one?
And do you feel fit to be consumed?

A bargain suggests there’s more to beget,
Along the line of brand comparisons.
We line along the sights they set,
To be the one true adored carrion.

You are my forget-me-not,
Who has oh so willingly turned blue,
So the bees would not forget me, but you,
Deserve just as much if not more regard.
Love’s cruelest thought is comparison.

Convalescent Ideologue

I retch and retch in ponderance,
And the violence spills from my gullet.
Deep heaving, two tones blinking,
Between mouthfuls of faith by my bedside.

My eyes are full of regretful thought.
I can feel the sting of promised light,
Seeping down my puffy cheeks,
To choked coughs of “wrong!” “wrong!” “wrong!”

The ringing bell of salvation,
Splays my brain out to the,
Fresh air biting the gray flesh,
With chilled shards of reality.

I felt the cuts in my throat,
From that fiery sword I thought was justice.
Just another inward edge,
To swallow with the pills that numb me.

Yet nothing numbs the shallow pain,
Creeping along the cold sweat.
I whisper under screaming breath,
“Does truth amount to shame?”