aDarkerMind

My Very Own Lemon Meringue

my very own lemon meringue.

it has the mood of a horse

as I chomp on it\'s bit

as it bellows. and bellows. and bellows.

it was never a straight cut of yellow.

it was a prime of life 

with ears that never dared to swim

or skin the hide of April as she pinned

the round side of it\'s neck 

never bright enough to kiss or rummage through.

staid beneath consortium of liberal and grief

never tall enough to march

with the whistle-blowers,

foaming at the mouth.

I am too far south to love the artic charr,

though am told it melts the palette 

of such uncomforming things.

sting my tail of jabberwocky\'s

pale and slithy toves

look through the glass of Alice

as she points her fingers 

her zero senseless toes.

power mine said lord of tumeric.

if it cannot move, bend it!

and when I\'ve eaten my very own lemon meringue

I will yodle through a fish-pond

of my very own gobbledygook;