Adolescence

A statue in a four walled prison,
    Entrapment screaming in rage….
Like the moonlight bleeds in its crimson,
    A wounded pigeon without a cage…

The wind and its carnage,
    A wall that chants rebellion…
The lamp with a taunting hemorrhage,
      A loser with a medallion ….

The gift with a ribbon of curses,
    A feather to write a book…
The wooden box with no roses,
    A string that’s got no hook…

The firefly in a jar of wax,
    A candle with a wooden wick…
The knight with a marble axe,
    A flower on a porcelain stick…

The paint on a broken glass,
    A ring on a swollen thumb…
Coffee inside a woolen flask,
    A memory sunk in rum…

The flight to a landing plane,
A chime on a dead telephone…
The spite in a laughing face,
    An eyelid carved in limestone…

The nicotine in a stubbed cigarette,
    A weed in a tulip’s garden…
The tint in a street light silhouette,
    A sear in a winter jargon…