hold you near and dear
in a wrinkle of time
compose to you and swear
your every haiku is mine
the divine need of prose
your eyes meet a rose
everything else becomes wild trivia
for politicians in West Bolivia
western feminism is Jeanine Garofalo
thunder strikes quick, skies apocryphal
these guys would like to know
who's Queen of your amber alert
the King is a slandering jerk
we won't get ahead like this
every notion denying our bliss
the machine barely letting us exist
this dance is..........................a burlesque parade
one that you..........................praise too highly
and you only..........................worship what you
cannot destroy.
bruising the lips of lovers
showing prejudice to bookcovers
never reading the content within
its the American Way
its the routine of full-blooded men
sell your belongings on a whim
trim the hedges in the garden
do a ghostdance; skies darkened
disheartened and holy, not quite
its the first thing we got right
these guys would like to know
why you rape and pillage
why you massacre a village
why you sanctify an image
its all magic and silhouettes
it rains and your canvas is getting wet
this dance is........................a quarrelsome by-product
one that you.......................admire too strongly
and you only........................cling to which you
find amusing.
Links:
A Gift I Shall Never Give Her-Ctrl Alt Elite
Zombie Sestina-Dangerfield