The faults along my sleek facade shiver with the shudder
As my plates’ shift for a smile for a passer by.
I marvel at the Dhalias that dance while I maraud.
Windows whisper cautiously to tread as I do, so softly.
This distempered denizen that I fear I’m embroiled,
Begets the face of heaven in the eyes of my ungod.
Still they lay, drawing in their breath as yet unsavored.
Basking in their gentle peace, I sit with them awhile.
It’s the mother, always she, that stirs at my disenergy,
Feigns her sleep betraying her with scattered inhalation.
Careful not to call attention to the chaos now ensued,
I rise to the attention of the call, and it’s begun.
One step, two step, she relies on some thing stronger.
Father’s fevered sleep hangs on, he rises just to fall before her.
No splatter with the crack but rather crumbles down with blunted clamor.
The game is past the first half and the vile rages onward.
Moments gallop rapidy, two children still sleep softly
Till the rash cacophony of his devoted lover, becomes alone.
Father do you still sleep softly with this needle in my arm.
Mother, hard I’ve hunted for a fluid family, one by one.
the children arent young.
nor was I,
back when what was done was done
and I begged to die.
The fall of man is endless
Each step another mile.
Once we fully catch ourself,
We’re totally in rabid binding.
Two boys, one golden tricycle stranded on the lawn.
A teeter-totter in the rear, an empty bowl and languid dog.
All the fair accoutrements
Furtile fears to prey upon.
Mace them and place them in industrial trash bags.
Wriggling and ravenous for some foreign compassion.
Mother bound and gagged to watch the party in the plastic.
By the time the father stirs,
I’ve aquired my fantastic.
my gift is hope.
boys claw out of their bags.
free their mother.
father rouses to the madness.
The sovereign and malicious monster broiling inside,
Begs to carry on beyond me.
And feed it like a vice, and kick it just before the eyes.
And this time drown the demon in the pool they built outside.