Zygote Denied

Today I heard the brightest news,

From inside of me,

The ability to create,

From all the tattered time,

Spent withered in dismay,

Something bright has aligned with me,

If only you shared my glee,

If only you’d stand here with me,

My words bounce off your metallic shell,

You scream the choice is hers,

I wouldn’t know, I’m not she,

Months of feudal warfare,

Were futile,

I never stood a chance,

Why’d she tell me?

How could she have thought I’d agree?

Then came the day,

The day I dare not speak,

A zygote denied, a chance to live, to state it’s case for life,

A pockmark upon a once stainless sheet,

A beauty I once would have died,

Now comes to me, with a piece of paper in her hand,

Handing to me, to which I scan,

And raise me hand, but withdraw,

She speaks completely out of measure,

My look must now bring her pleasure,

What’s become of my treasure?

The one I cherished above all heavens,

For her this moment,

This time to think,

I’d split the cost and we’d start anew,

There was but one thing I could do,

Told her the direction she someday would travel,

And slam the door upon this matter

In Rapt

As the curdling continues,

 I wrench within for

A cup of persistence cloistered in a tumbler of gin,

Finalizing the curt to-dos, nodding, molar holding lip in check,

Do not look disinterested or mince definitions,

Lest the agony may trudge in territory undesired,

An Explanation, Explaining Exclamations

Elaborate rebuttals, endless confrontations,

Quiet, I’ve learned is more than a state

It’s a mean towards an end,

As the decibels soar above the gradient

The blood grows violent, spitting and coughing, gurgling within

Cascades and episodic calls to action, writhing for release,

The stomach falters in tone and velocity, temperament grows blatant

Like an alligator, tugged by the tail, snapping jaw between the thrashes

Then the door does close, quickly bolt fastened where heads could turn,

Boots distance themselves away, eyes watch intent, for dread I was too obvious,

Whether the feet are shuffling, stomping or simply plodding along,

I don’t discern such trite affairs, only that they continue in that direction.

As my eyes observe the departure keenly, something awful I do dread,

For fear of pirouette, to see the axis spin in pretend,

Ignites chilling transistors that the flesh from spine than bone,  

Pity, I pray, have it so, upon this tired, wretched, solitary soul,

Do not recant the vows you’ve made, do not reposit , do only, disengage.