Conjunctivitis
Burnish your steely masterpieces
to avant-garde sharpness
while I shake
from my tambourine ideals
and daffodil dreams
now written in
\"The Road Not Taken\"
rhyme scheme
like a sudden sidecar separation
sets free its curious passenger.
Brandish your manifest showpieces
splattered across the canvass area
while I soft sell
my watered down offerings
re-touched after a kinky side trip
along reefs of dying coral
and nearing the break-in point
of mankind\'s elastic morals.
Wind your expressionist timepieces
bounteous, deliquescent clocks
while I stand still
with pompadour egotism
and retrogressive abstracts
tattooed across the backs
of crack-whores
sweeping ol\' factory floors.
Polish the gems in your diadem.
Downpour your enchanted pearls
while I simply mutter
from the throne of tedium
and racked with a stutter
cowering beneath the medium
petite pajamas for girls, I scream
“Attention customers!
The safety glass is ill tempered.”