Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Pissed Lullabies

You lay before me nicely decorated.

Despite  that you were a weak, and doddering sponge of a man.

One who was too undependable to demonstrate love and compassion.

I review your constant state.

As my heart exhumes the recitals of your frailty and your miscarriages.

Though a transient, your face is kindred.

I regret that I only knew you through stories of pissed lullabies, desecration, and verbal vomit.

Somehow, I lost track of the letter you sent.

The small cursive print was unclear despite,

that inside rest a diamond concealed in a  small velvet envelope.

Adolescent hands before a mirror clung to its fluid matter.

Yet, it symbolized squat, zilch…nothing.

My character twice descended.

Our paths now thwarted permanently.

And for that I am mournful.

This Purple Heart pinned neatly to your chest,

Is inconsistent with the abundance of pollution you helped create.

Your disdain nested itself among us…those left to grieve you…

The ones you ponied up and passed out.

As the flag is presented and folded.

I am brought back to the here and now.

Forever is not mine to conserve,

For I cannot bleed over a stranger.

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15 thoughts on “Pissed Lullabies

  1. Deeply felt~ Beautifully penned~ Thank you for sharing~

  2. Thanks for visiting my blog. I can empathize with the speaker of this poem. I especially love the line about being “too undependable to demonstrate love and compassion.” Thanks for sharing this.

  3. Your poem is a very beautiful, well crafted and passionate poem! You write very well! It truly is an inspiring piece. I can only imagine how a love poem from your heart will dress an empty sheet of paper, making it to bask in the everlasting glow of your hearts radiance and also the creative genius of your mind! I love your poem! Thanks for visiting my site, and i will follow you also! You were a blessing today for me there so i will return the kind gesture! May your day be blessed abundantly

  4. Thanks for checking out my poems. Like what you’re doing. Keep it by the heart.

  5. the speaker’s raw honesty is staggering … good work.

  6. as the flag is presented and folded… deep… evocative…

  7. very nice. I sometimes wonder who we can truly know.

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