The Good People (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 1 Jun 2019 in Art, Poems

You have plans to be courageous

More than that, you’ve plotted

in effect You often, walking down the street

Armor yourself in the wingèd hauberk

Of the Exiled King

Or Queen (she too)

Some part of her still trained to long for

The Wizard-Man (that alter-state of mind

carries a mild taint…wizards and dragons are one thing…

and then they’re something else…

You pine after the unmasking of a hero

and There, the thing, the Prismed Vanquisher

the exiled king imagines, fair plumps his inner self, a-slaying…

He feels Whitey-White, his head in accord with

the froth on the shores of the fount

of All Dreams…but he feels he must file his certificate

of trust…he gets angry angry…likes then, prefers her Queenship

Queen of the Heartburners, to rather herself be Princess

A Pinky-Pink girl, in her tutu and stilettos, O

King, will you lift that heavy sword for me?)

The street, in real, is a nest of eyes

Some magic is needed to eat the lunches

He sacrifices, makes laughs of snot and spit

He wants a friend to whisper like a rapist

They’ll burn for it

The Good People