Rejection

Posted: March 3, 2015 in poetry
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bluebird

Dark mystic loneliness only a woman can touch
Lurks down awe-inducing corridors where every door leads to rejection
By rivers of unrequited love
Find it buried beneath my heart’s core
Wreathed in soil of unconscious surrealist id-mind
Tattooed to human nature by evolution for eons
My Libido
Incognito
A holographic image of a dying bird with patches of moth-eaten blue feathers
Fitting spasmodically
Tweeting pathetically then
Caressing death
Over and again infinitely
In a fractured you-tube loop
Recurring
Recurring
And Death’s bony fingers
Are clenched into a fist
As his teeth knit a grimace
And my genes scream in my inner ear
Breed or die!
Breed or die!
Breed or die!

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Comments
  1. It’s true. There are some places only a woman can touch. And vice versa.

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