I'm a Big Meanie, Chemistry, When Anna Came Over (P#6)
I'm a Big Meanie
"Bitch
Peasant
Desperate Vagrant
Piecemeal representation of a know-nothing, defunct generation"
Is that me?
Anomie
A wacked out rat mouth predictability
A spindly spectre of half-assed gay lexical derivation
Enacting a hatchet job on the very people that keep me socially sated?
Actually...
You’re right, Rice
Gerbil on ice
Perfunctory dictator of socially appropriate communication
Straight edged language modification
You can call me back on that
When you can provide a testimony
To your whimsical self-flattery
And clumsy handed slanted view on your own misogyny
I
(On the other hand)
Will continue to store spores of malfeasance
Striding out and battering with ignorance
Because that's ME
My rebuttal to thee
Is that it's alright being "mean"
If the alternative is dreary
Chemistry
My chemistry teacher told me
Love of petroleum is the best litmus test for capacity
Fractional distillation a creamy emulsion for pedagogy
Evacuating the neuronal branching antipathy
Via tachycardic hypertensive anomaly!
A smell here or there
Boundless productivity!
The lust has real set in me
For the discovery of chemistry!
When Anna Came Over
Gumdrop button,
tainted with spite,
A chalice of water,
On this frightful night.
You open lips,
tears cresting mix,
with blood.
I love you,
god knows,
I hate you,
we know.
Nuance lacking,
in the grandstanding,
divide,
Utilise both your heart AND your mind
Width given,
like hip,
reconcile,
the tiny fragment of glass lodged in your wind pipe.
I don’t know how to act around you,
You flow through me as I you.
But our channel is blocked,
Fraught
taken out the back and shot,
pierced from behind.
Development is an effort
Puberty a red-line mast
Fueling the vector
That transported us to a new future
An angel to a man,
your land,
was shook.
Memories desecrated,
trodden upon,
by this big oaf and his crook
I tried to be gentle,
But sunbathing was always my greatest love
Burnt after all
Soldering my identity,
Into son weary mum
The mask had dropped
Occipital access
Frank, despicable, tragic
Vibrating
In face
Of Bohemia tang-tastic
Tonguing my empty glass with apprehension
What was the purpose?
A defeatist objection
Jenga built and flung
Decomposed
To reform the conception
Of parental historical affection
The spoils of this war were tenuous
Delirious
Rabies ridden and contagious
Maybe now you'll take my opinions serious.
Anyway...
When the red wedding was over
Anna starkly made an exit manoeuvre
Mum's head in a stupor
While I'll contemplated the essence of my nature
It hurts a lot sometimes
Always playing the villain in our own theatre
Parents unified in culling their emotional serial killer
All in all though,
Mum
When dawn comes
We’ll return
To ground level
Love