Process of Elimination

another one bites the dust

 

As I plummet from the full moon Monday

to the Tuesday of men from my past

sending me videos and passages and

senseless gibberish

from their mouths and thumbs

 

I’m usually so nice - you know

 

But my tolerance for ignorance has been reduced,

as has the oxygen from my breathing space

 

I’m called Moonshine for a reason

because:

1.     You can’t buy me on the ordinary market

(you have to learn how to acquire me)

2.     I’ll give you the type of high you can’t find anywhere else

(like LSD without the risk)

3.     I’m worth more than my competition

(but my worth won’t be recognized until I am no longer)

 

Yeah, All the drones try to imitate.

 

Oh and yeah...you don’t see me.

No, you really don’t.

Because if you did

 

You’d see I glow.

 

So, I say F**k it.

I’m tired of babysitting your insecurities

(and his and his and his and hers too)

Tired of trying to decipher codes.

Tired of giving you a pass for the language you use

your condescending ways

Only to have you pick me apart if I’m less than a princess

Because what

·      I’m not dark enough?

·      Light enough?

·      Young enough?

·      Dumb enough?

 

Because what

I’ve challenged you

by calling you out

 

So, I throw it back at you

and make my girls Proud

and cuddle that black cat

and pet my Lil P-nut

and wait

 

and wait

 

and wait

 

for my Khaki Scout

to find his way through the full moon forest

of trees

and drunken lost boys

 

 

to my oasis.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Snap, Snap, Snap lol....your poetry refines in age like red wine...just sip takes me there. Awesome poetry, emotive and of course to the point. :)