With blood in his mouth
and bone through his teeth
the heckler shouts tyrant
in the kingdom of fear
illusion reigns supreme
with false grandeur.
The love of a gun is
a curious thing at the
peaceful protest-
dissonance reigns.
By your deeds
you shall be known,
no escape from
the metronome.
These words may look
a familiar ring no
distinguishing but
Webster gives the language
with constitutional backing-
no to emolument oh no, no,
leave with what you came is
the only legitimacy you can claim.
And if you hurt it is okay for emollient
to soothe your ache. The English
language can heal or hurt so
listen intently for the saint and crook.
We must rock anyways to
bring relief to the teething baby
when mother aches to sleep.
Stardust dissipates - streaking into
song, sing your heart out when the
days are long for dust to dust
we all end up, so we may as well
kick it all up.
Anne's mediocre poetry 