so you want to poach me
turn my guts runny
on the burn of your well blown
hot air
crack my shell and
drizzle my acquiescence
over the callous crusts
of your self-satisfaction?
I decline, sir
your nauseating offer
despite mottled past
I exude no sulfurous odors
and my shell is impervious
to narcissistic fumblings
you think you can peel me away
denude my autonomy
as you bake puffed up
pastries
decorated with the fruits
of others’ labors
while you fancy yourself
a suave modern day Khan?
I am fruit
no more than fowl
and I hear the four and twenty
blackbirds singing
lo! to your base perfidy
you have conjured yourself king
bishop and knave
manipulating pawns
in your checkered rivalry
imagine me
accommodating accoutrement
on your phantom battlefield
I have fought for my place
stomach no puppet master
win your twisted game
as I deign not
to offer a response
Check and Mate
I love how this proceeds in a triumphant dance of assertion with a great cast of colourful characters well-plucked words
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Thank you Anthony!
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Yes, slam the jam
and put a lid on it.
Aurora, beautifully writ.
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Thank you David
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I didn’t pick up on that… wow..
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Don’t I feel like the shadow that caught it’s light. 🙂
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Reblogged this on hands in the garden and commented:
A poem by fellow Sudden Denouement writer that completely outsmarted me.
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Thank you!
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My privilege 🙂
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BAM!!!! LOVE THIS, Aurora! ❤ Bava!
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Thank you Eric 🙂
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Aurora Phoenix/Insights from ‘Inside’
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