slumped and domed
he seeks revenge on a world out of order-
chaos really.
Holding the reigns of a glorified Dog...
a Loki of sorts,
as his wife chattels about,
while a daughter once pixied
broadens in horizons
of a designer label...
a harangued husband
is nowhere in sight.
A stoic banner of resignation
is no banner for a Hierophant's
cry in the wilderness...
he seeks a jungle of woman's despair.
If only he could have snared
the dusty relic of Lucy's bones
and pulverized them
into a gentleman's snuff...
he would still be a contender.
Wow! Fantastic! I loved reading this piece! Keep up the great work!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ajey... sometimes gloating capitalism just bugs me.
ReplyDeletewow! I love the ripped-opened feeling of this. fantastic!
ReplyDeleteThanks Megan... I have been inspired lately by STC especially "Fears in Solitude"
ReplyDeleteMy God ! it is a melancholy thing
For such a man, who would full fain preserve
His soul in calmness, yet perforce must feel
For all his human brethren--O my God !