all apologies
for having the ability
to trace your patterns
lightning scars
are the ivy climbing
stone squamous cells
of my skin
i am sorry for seeing you
with the clarity of
two different colored eyes
one the amber scrying mirror of a poet
the other a blue pool of paint
please forgive
that my depth perception
senses in the dark
you are a sink hole
of endless need
pardon me for the ability
to intuit that your basement
knows no floor
your reasoning
has turned rotten in your easter basket
you smell of sulfur and the same old excuses
my ears hear the hiss of your forked tongue
an opportunistic plague seeping from the corpses of the willing
your crucifix horizon
may go infect
a more foolish queen’s court
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