and the beast
i dreamed of three beasts in a cage
anger, lust and jealousy were their names
somehow they escaped and prowled
around my feet their growls
made my bones shake
i could not run so instead
i bent and spoke
in softest tones
soon they nuzzled me like pups
next i was in a sea
caught far out, where the shore?
strange prehistoric birds swam by
with terrifying glinting eyes
in which were mirrored
every fear
one a burning tower
from which bodies flew like ash
one a disease of mutant cells
one a child
with x-ed out eyes
i've tamed many creatures, many beasts
but not
every one
not each
Peace
ReplyDeleteIf there were one day
poor peace could walk around
show his real face to the sun
catch a few rays
and a burrito
not have to keep to the shadows
instead we see the beast
that bully, war, gouty at his laden table
his girl sprays on her beauty
and fits well in stretch pants
it's the good inside she waits for
isn't it, if only peace wore a Rolex, drove a Prius
every princess waiting for her prince
with a quaint bungalow on the West Side, beach close
so may as well hang out
eat well, have a laugh, go to yoga
wait until peace shows up
living with the beast isn't so bad
rumor is he has a heart of gold