thine orneriness catcalls a
ballad of rebellion.
thine orneriness singsongs
a lullaby.
for they may have sapphires and
amethyst bones,
but our
bosoms are daises of daisies
and our hearts aren't just stringed gore.
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thine gaze is marble, just like
my own.
we weren't born to surrender to
basilisks with silken slick tongues
oh, but my heart thunders
like a thousand untamed horses
galloping down unmetalled roads--
it pulses like my garden nematodes.
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we fight no pointless battle--
we're contenders
in a war for the truth.
so unhook your grenades from
your studded belts,
sweet basilisks.
for you may have sapphires and
amethyst bones,
but our
bosoms are daises of daisies
and our hearts aren't just stringed gore.
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I'll shatter your perfect wine bottles
and pour the liquid down your throats
for when your tongues fester with acid,
for just a day,
your nacreous vanity-
and your wads of paper -
and your sweet, sweet faces-
and your puckered lips-
and your oh- your perfection...
it wouldn't matter.
(for once)
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YOU ARE READING
ESOTERIC PHILOSOPHIES
Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
