An entire lifetime
searching —
for low hanging fruit
of perfect maturity.
An entire lifetime
searching —
venturing into valleys
trudging through trails
tasting a drop or two
From distinct stinging
to distancing stinking,
Experiencing —
the familiar and the famous
From Champagne to Pinot,
with Rose and Chantal.
An entire lifetime
searching —
The Oenophile.
We Millennials care.
While we while away
in wonder and awe
about Syrian refugees,
trump, clinton, an’ all,
writing petition letters
to desktop clerks
of political personas,
#SupportApple
Hashtag iPhone users,
Vouching for Justice, reform,
and all things revolutionary.
While sexual slaves —
somewhere round a corner —
remain deprived and uncared.
But Millennials care:
We have one day,
to “empower” women
with doodles and videos:
“One day!”
“empowered” for one day ;
womanized every other.
It’s International Women’s Day. I tried being nice and hopeful (honest!), but I couldn’t. So this.
Work all day.
And survive alright.
We walked along the dock.
Me caressing new blonde locks,
Sneaking at his inviting looks.
He looked outward, wandering,
Mind wondering, stride meandering.
We walked along the dock.
Me trying to guess his mind
In hopes he wouldn’t mind
And I squeezed his hand hard
Though he made it only harder
I wish I could convey all I feel
to extract emotions as a lemon peel
But as he looked down from the vantage
I knew then we weren’t in one montage
His life was one with high seas
And I — was just high on weed.
Through the open window,
She saw the shepherd boy
Honouring his sheep-duty
Herding them to safety
***
Through the open window,
She saw the clergyman
Off to church with pride
With purpose in every stride
***
Through the open window,
She saw husbands chatter
Bidding their daily farewell
To wives who’d await arrival
***
Through the open window,
She saw smiling kids
Wandering off to school
Moaning it’s not so cool
***
Within the open window,
She saw her reflection
Chained to prison walls
Awaiting her final calls.
