Fair Warning
Fair Warning
Dragging excess baggage has made me want to hurl
exotic expletives at passersby
but all I can accomplish is to let my thoughts unfurl
to wave in bold defiance at the sky
pounding rain brings migraine, and January sweat
beneath the Gothic shadows of despair
and all I’ve ever really wanted still escapes me yet
down cracks no therapist can quite repair
benevolent insanity has cluttered up my mind
with memories of things that never were
and though I try to justify those truths I cannot find
the heart of me can never quite concur
with attitudes and platitudes I’ve borrowed from the past
my enigmatic soul remains concealed
a squalid abnormality that struggles to outlast
the knowledge that its wounds cannot be healed
by craving more indulgence, an ego seeks to feed
on flesh and blood of innocent desire
growing uncontrollably like parasitic weed
that only can be overwhelmed by fire
and to those who infiltrate my realm of poetry
to exorcize what demons lie within,
be advised that nothing there is what its meant to be
and secrets are quite often worse than sin
C. Lon R. Bruso
(2013)
