Mistakes

Memories bleed when Beverly steeds

Can’t ride clouds. Ideas are energy-seeds

That grows on bad soil of thorny mistakes.

Lordly mountains look down on lakes

Which vibrate like ‘an aunt’s aubergine’.

Curse my sober gene! Winter is a snow machine

Living in my heart. My blood is benzene.

My head is a potty chair full of ‘brown porridge’.

I can’t buy a round orange! To scrounge a storage

Is my inevitable feat. The incredible greed

Is heritable. Indeed! I’m a vegetable freak.

Swords of hatred shave off my armpits.

The darkest pits dishearten my alarmed wits.

Disarm pigs who burn farm figs. Hard winds

Torture takes away lives, bones, and heads.

Psycho’s humour is not funny! Death spreads

Like a sunrise. Despair uses rifles and guns.

No one shuns blades of destiny. Cowardice grunts

And wets pants. Laughter shrivels in throats.

Missiles revive dawns painted red. The hose

Of flame will water all houses and dwellers.

Crying babies rot in cellars. Nuclear umbrellas

Are part of lies. Pang is guaranteed. Reed

Can’t save you. Ravens feed on our feet.

We’re elite food. We bleat loudly and heed

Grenades rolling outside. Memories bleed

If daggers tickle brains to satiate lust and greed.

Haemorrhage floods ruined cities and villages.

Stop the brutal war ignited by heartless pillagers!