First BornWhen you hold him aloftFirst Born11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a savior in the sun
Will my own visage wane
In the umbra of his infancy?
The child I hold inside me
That gives me all my light
I’ve bury inside your womb
But what is being spliced?
Is our child a kind of seal
That binds us as one?
Or with our vows and love
Is that not already done?
I fear instead, it’s an exchange
From fantasy to life
We combine our inner children
And make a living one tonight.
Then what is left for us?
How can I still be your child?
Will we say our youthful wiles
Are juvenile, and should be left behind us?
Yet still you want a child,
And you don’t feel full without one
If I leave you for any time at all
Then to emptiness you succumb
So I give you this child
And live in the reflection of your smile
Maybe in time I can live vicariously
Through him every once in a while
When you hold him in your arms
And whispers lovely things
I’ll smile and think of it as me
So when you come to me with worry
I’ll be sated enough
Blood Picket FencesBlood Picket Fences6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blood shed in the name
of white picket fences
The doctor's daughter and the lawyer's son
breathe air bleached with poison
that sucks back at their lungs.
Polluted smiled, razor grins
that preach the status quo like gospel
through thick pipe smoke to muddy the facts
and see nothing but perfection there.
Right angled lies of smiles and glee
lick'd onto each face, souls siphoned through eyes
of children in corners
who need more from their lives.
But all's made from a plan
and dad holds the recipe for your life and his
so cut off those corners
and sand down your flaws.
Because this is normal, and it doesn't hurt much.
Conformity's human and the right thing to do.
And we all stepped together.
How could it be wrong?
Crowned Prince PanYou’re like a castle,Crowned Prince Pan22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A stronghold against
But as frigid as a king,
So as heir I feel like enemy.
My freedom to choose
Is making me lose your favor
So when around you I put on a ruse.
I pretend I am a solemn man
And not a playful youth,
Since in your harsh experience
Laughter is only for fools.
And when all of our subjects
Smile giddily at me with glee,
You cast a frown and throw a sigh
And they all depart from me.
We all put back on our masks
And dance the masquerade,
Concealing all our hopes and dreams
For the whims of your society.
When you and yours makes the decree
That “seize the day” is folly,
And curse all of our merry making
As inappropriately jolly.
You make our world seem bleak and grim
And with your words create it,
And though I fear your disappointment
I can no longer take it.
I cast my crown upon the ground
And pick up the jester’s hat,
And use my virile ways like Bacchus
To bring happiness back.