Able Bodied, Weak of Mind
By Mike Pollock
Sit back
relax and enjoy the show
He said
between peeled back teeth
Beneath the
sea of blue and greens
Don’t dare
to dream unless it’s what we prefer
The answers
are clear, defer.
I prefer…
the truth to the details unsure
Cold roomed,
and bracketed
The accidental
shackled red, green and blue
Like they’re
waiting just for you…
Dead like
a dog, left beneath the angry sky
It’s cut
across with color, scarred side to side
Yet I hide,
lest I let them know... its I
Don’t dare
to scream unless it’s what we prefer
The questions
are grotesque, impure
I concur…
the truth is in the details secured
Old stools
and chalk boards
Walked forth
in white, gold and blue
Like they’re
waiting just for you…
A smear in
the dirt, lays the pitiful fool
Her fleeting
beat of hope serves as evil’s own tool
Undermined
rule, in the kingdom of used
Don’t dare seem alive, unless it’s what we prefer
She defers,
her cell doors procured
Padded walls
and a single bed
She signs on
the dotted line blue, black and red
Like it’s
all in your head.
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