An Unreasonable List

i.

I fed another story into hungry mouths

It tastes like progress, they said, unknowing

The intent behind the seasoning of my words

Inherent contradictions, to keep them coming back for more.

ii.

You didn’t accept this token of my admiration

Unasked for but secretly wanting, you railed

Against my sincere offering, and demand

Another presented on the edge of a blade

Which even you can’t walk upon.

iii.

I have read an allegory of a mountain and a valley

Where one was worn way

Down to dredge the other up until

Both became a baseless waste

Which jackals roamed and people feared.

iv.

I saw some children exclude another for a shameful slight

Until his lesson was learned he could not play

With the other boys and girls, who turned

And continued beating a woman with stones

Inscribed with ‘Happiness’.

v.

I am Tree-choice, Past-less, and Poly-Chromatic, intent on pulling the

Only rug in this house out from under my jack-boots

If I pull hard enough I’ll flip around and land on my feet again

Although there is a problem, because

I am now smothered by what was just keeping my floor clean.

A Valediction

Lingering smells of wood shavings

Rich tobacco, fruity and thinly wafting

Aftershave, and Sunday best.

A calico memory, gone to another home now

A home gone to another family

Before I was wise enough to grasp

With a man’s understanding handshake

All that is left are a few tokens and bright, red feathers

Assembled in a rough shape

Resembling you.