Lullaby to the Ungrateful
Will you believe me when you grow up?
Will you eat me when I get old?
The richness of my mind
The worlds in my sage.
The sandcastle you built in the hourglass of our time in unison.
Only regret the unspoken.
Only eat the wilted.
Only serenade the martyrs
Because I will live forever to be with you.
Daddy is not fade
As a badger spades tunnels in garden of memories
And you, as a refugee of familiar triumph, toddle in them.
Oh! Ungrateful fleshy rabbit,
Jump on me
Let's dine stew of hearts and mash of sentiments.
Let's paint the night and stomp on colour tube of exotic infancy
to erase our dynasty of failure.
Don't say thank you
to the dead fish you overfed to kill,
To the decapitated doll,
To the dupe you over licked upon the window screen of daddy's car.
Shall we? Rain has always been leaking in our hut and you found the bread moldy and mices rustling and black & white rainbows.
Nature has been ugly in CV and you get stoned by music or poetry or self induce a dream or shout out day like parrot. Repeating words to show presence but...
Are you the most invisible? No advice from the school governor, the bus conductor, the ballet coach. You listen to the racing driver and envision yellow sunflowers and the long hair of hay.
Adulterated by summer and yellow should be the life of our daughters.
Never say thank you for black & white rainbows.