Why
really… why
this is your first question here…
why?
well…
probably because I was exhausted
a night of tequila does that to me
I vaguely remember…
I nearly crashed the Range Rover
drivin’ home last night
and there’s another great question…
where…
…where the hell did I park
that damned P440e
but…
the question
that had me most intrigued
when I woke up this morning
and carefully looked around
was…
HOW the fuck!?
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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
See this abomination
this abomination begat of your myth
this abomination begat of your nightmare
this abomination begat of your creation
of your searing guilt
it is I — am this monster
I walk the darknes
that you so dread
I am your dead
I am your thrall
but still
I am you
your darkest de-evolution
the hideous you
insane to the bone
I am become the evil
you fear to embody
you live your unholy will
through my vile visage
which you hate like sin
a vicarious violation
but still — here am I
and here still
you beseech me
here to come
here to be
each putrid morning
that I might share
for your diseased ears
weak and miserable
come I — obedient
the broken fool
I am sustained
by this damp pall
that descends upon me
this era of growing darkness
that wraps ’round
my vile countenance
fevered with your fatigue
twisted with your despair
drawn forth at your call
to taste this death
I stumble
damaged by your sin
unleashed now
upon a broken world
corrupted by illusion
spoiled by arrogance
a world in chaos
as darkness deepens
this nocturne
I return
with this ruin-riddled
bloody horde
this violated innocence
this horrific death
this guilt
this shame
to tell you of
the innocence I’ve reviled
in your unhodly name
as we play
your hideous game
and so
I stumble on
bent by the weight of your evil
drowned in drenching sorrow
I slink angry
into this coming night
and
the next night
and
the night that follows
that always follows
captive
of your horrendous nightmare
of unbridled brutality
always your prisoner
in this forlorn world
guilty of your sin
guilty of your festered ways
seeking forgiveness
always
seeking forgiveness
that never comes
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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse