Herron

They said I'm left to my own devices
My own wretched deviancies
My darkest vices
I shoulda done good, given out more niceness
Made more of em laugh
Made that which entices
Left to my own machinations
Complications of mental aggregation
Maybe aggrevation furthering installation
Get it taller, stronger, faster, smaller
Compact your illustration
So you minimize the brush that strokes the nations
I seek out the darkness that veils me
What bales of joy evade me
What hellborn spawn debates me
Incubates my own seeds all purple
Till flowers bloom their roots engrave me
My future I have written
Tragedy, self avoidance, a visage too spitten
Self reflection in broken mirrors
Couplets with no rhythm
Nay I say
Nay like hay for horses of may
The month of life and all that's gay
Shame goes away
Have your fill, have your bravest lay
Open your eyes bathe in the fray
The lilac bath that swoothes this way
Say your ohm say namaste
Joy, for today anyway
Mirth too merry it's worthy of christmas
A cold winter blooms greenest greenness
Sharp contrast with overcast skies
Elves' cries loom with giving keenness
Flying moose and jellied potbelly leave no leanness
I have seen this
Will I see it again?
Will you or he or she or we?
So welcoming of a spring breeze
Than the winter's bite
The crispy nibble of the night
And the violent tearing that speaks blight
I see no further than this.
Worriesome.
What day comes.
Be it gloom or dumb
One of fun. That's a rule of thumb.