Remorse

The Divorce Paper


Before the silence
Screamed-
Somebody
F
E
L
L
Inside forbidden cradle
Just as surreal dusts of
A cheap cigarette
F
A
L
L
S
Inside
A proletariat ash tray, old

After the aftermath
When silence broke its silence
The ideology and practice
Were signing
The divorce paper
In the court of ‘market’

The gigolo storm came
Like a loser
Leaning head

The old storm
Is now
In deep remorse

The gizmo flower holds
A handful of toxic air
Inside its heart
To die
An early metadeath