Flower petals withering
in the season of spring,
talking in whispers
to the orange-painted walls of a place
I have learnt to call home –
Everything rhymes with rain
and I love you
with a SIDEWAYS EIGHT.
eye me at the corner of a street
and I eye you
as you pass me by –
your leather shoe soles
kissing the dust painted streets
where we once held hands in my dream
where a serpent got hold of me and
injected poison in my heart.
And now I rest my heart – size of a fist –
in the closed chambers,
the keys of which only you have the skills
Everything rhymes with cobwebs,
and when you rejected me,
you left me with a little COLON, APOSTROPHE, OPEN PARENTHESES.
The owls only hoot
in the clock-ticking hours of the night
to remind me of a life
I have long wanted to live
while I paint myself with
Everything rhymes with TICK-TOCK,
and it’s not my fault that I decorated
you with a LESS THAN SIGN, SLASH, THREE.
A mirage of life
was dug up in my grave
so I buried my words
and decided to live
DASH, UNDERSCORE, DASH.
Nothing rhymes with orange.
Inspired by ShadowPuppeteer’ ¿¡Everything Rhymes with Orange!?.
Art by Sharon Cummings.