
first fisticuffs,
then the breaking of chairs
and bone
and glass.
all throughout, calm prevails,
as evidenced by braids
and his still groomed hair;
patterns, modern and age-old,
intricately woven by capable hands--
kept intact
while under the spell.
it is primordial after all;
combustion and blast
ignited by spark,
mothered by malevolence
or fear or doubt
or else, plain old druthers,
and grain-- when liquefied;
whether legitimate or otherwise--
somewhat recondite,
particularly,
well after the fact;
scorched enemies
and apparent brothers,
spurred on by genes
and departed fathers.
2 comments:
there's something kind of disturbing about this .. i mean, who sits around, all erotic-like, and allows/watches a cockfight?
i don't care what cultural customs permit, i'd be ashamed of myself if i allowed such in a previous life ...
but then, so much fighting between lovers, friends, people in general is just that .. chemistry defining emotion, justifying jealousy and aggression, validating every de-based thing about human nature ...
aarrgghh! is this a rant in-the-brew? lol
this is very clever writing, my friend!
yes Shell, what you say is spot on ... quite disturbing this (the image, i mean) ...
the writing is another thing; it was in fact inspired by and event which occurred the day before ... in public ... actually, a bit more disturbing than the painting ...
i hope all's well with you, my friend!!
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