The Big Seethe

(An original poem by Blanca Donovan)

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The Big Seethe

 

 

Disaggregated detritus dusts

My desiccated spirit.

I choke on bile, while they

Exile my style.

Deluded displays of domination

Deal despair.

Smile with guile, for bile chokes denial.

 

You cater, you cajole

You respond, you reflect

You invest!  Man hours in ivory towers

            scheming

            dreaming

Of the time that your style is viewed as worthwhile.

 

How do you suffocate a scorpion?

You stomach your pride and

Choke it down inside and

Language that’s snide hides the hurt you must abide.

 

 

 

 

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