Poorer pictures of prurience
have been projected
in rowdy halls.
Poorer invasions
of the image
have barrelled
down steeper slopes.
This, here,
is progress stunted
and starched,
the blasted emulsions
of freedom
endorsed
with a stampede
of back-handed
jibes and jeers
at a fairer order.
These, here,
are
standing orders
of sadism
and fallen lines
of innocence
designing
bawdy stanzas,
in a limerick
of troughing girlhood
and womanhood's
evolving millennium
gripped in the
talons of a rowdy falcon-
of wordsmiths
and imagists
putting a child's mind
against the turmeric sky,
only for the marketplace
to rain
on it
every impulse
hunched
by the patriarchy.
Bella-
they've all made
a harem for you.
You are homeless.
***
Your compass
points south
in their hands.
You were never
fully alive
with them
***
On the misguided, salacious travesty that is POOR THINGS(2023)
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WORDS ON THE HORIZON
PoetryI present to you my new collection of poems which will be reflective of my present states of mind and compel me to translate my deepest desires and waves of thoughts, brimming with emotions. ...
