Time as the bridge that separates
two lovers who bate and stagnate,
when they fail to understand what differentiates,
an untrue love from listless hate.
Time as the bridge that separates
two lovers who bate and stagnate,
when they fail to understand what differentiates,
an untrue love from listless hate.
Black on black on black on green,
green like the green of an envious queen
who wears the crown as she drowns in self-loathing
and dares to frown in a gown contrived to belie the power posing.
Pull back the curtain on necessitated self-esteem
or be certain in a sending to the guillotine.
Plebs plead, fleece and pilfer just to get a glimpse of the debs
as they wince at life’s boring routine; it’s obscene,
a lame attack.
Green on green on green on black,
black like the black of a necrotic claque.