Tragic Banquet
Biting into
the fatal fruit
the juice runs
down the sewer
drain
and everything that
begs to stick
to the silver screen
is a
distant dream...
The kissing couple
with the leaves
falling down...
The dog and its
leash, and the jangling
sound,
in this kiosk
of amusement
with token gestures
doling round and round...
Counting every eyelash
yesterday’s youth
will not apologize
yet again
for the life it fingers
as it dines...
The banquet has
no flavor left
for innocence
to savour,
a fragile memory
has nibbled away
the crust of reason
and so much
seems out of place
like a joint
gone to ruin
by moist disuse
emits decrepit
after tastes...
Love was lost
at first touch,
grabbing
for too much
how I wish
we could have
given thanks,
now and then
to avoid such
soured ends.
©
11/26/20
Bunny &
Mavia Villaire