“The Kingdom”
Behold the chalice- golden & rare
aesthetically pleasing- full yet svelte
As I sip eternal life from another soul
searching for the holy grail, in my hand
it shall stay as but a trinket of a world
that was once great & once fell…
I’m a leper king for I have no kingdom
no kinship and no freedom,
in the summer my sweat bathes me
humid & oppressive it becomes one
with my flesh like an adhesive;
only to rip apart when I lay
on my duvet; rags & halfhearted wishes
keep me warm at night, me a king
in a kingdom of lonely nights…
As I strum the jester’s banjo I weep;
for I have no audience,
I’m a King with no feet
And any peers I had
have long taken their leave,
The grungy walls are my tomb
I’m a mummy but I have no child,
lying there a broken King,
Entertaining as a host
to my fast evaporating materials…
The pink petals of Penelope’s lips
were so fragrant and sweet,
though, she did to flee
away with dear life in tow…
As I sit back a foul smell of soul
lingers in the air…why so?
Have I not sold mine long ago…?
Sold for a Kingdom only I can rule;
oh how literal were those words…
non serviam-
so now I rule…rule alone with shells
of men and women..alone I rule
in my Kingdom, in this hell…