Elite Scrimmage

Crimson moon
scuttled dark
tempers flare
short
walk away quickly
before
death does come
he is tired
of waiting in the corner.
Leaning upon his scythe
waiting
dreaming for the time
when you will fuck up
think without care
speak without reason
as I listen
wondering
head cocked to the side
how much further do you dare?
Push me
tempt me
keys pressed violently
deep breath
control the red dimmed vision
you ninny
dancing around
ape like
only
they are smarter.
Tarnished copper crown
falls
rolling through dusted floors
crocodile tears
ranting
how this is so undeserved
how could we be so mean
how could we be……
medieval like
as his head does roll
right to my boot toe
I just smile
death always did like
a good game of soccer.
©March 30/20
Picture via Pinterst

Protection

The mighty oak

tall

straight

reaching for sunny skies

never changing

never bending

always a beacon for the storm.

The gentle willlow

sweeping the ground

supple

lissome

bending

as the storm rages on.

I have the strength

the determination of an oak

to withstand pain

to stand tall

facing the storm

as I am pelted with rain and hail.

Twist and turn

accept

know

that despite my strength

I need to bend

like the willow

to protect myself

to keep safe

this heart

that I am holding out to you.

 

Photo by Alex Iby on Unsplash