Coin Toss
I’ve dispensed evenhanded sympathies/
Due to a tugging of the extremities, which has calloused me/
Travesty of reason holds easement over a pristine mold,
to those ignoble/
Tents fold from faulty supportives,
yet your camp continues courting these abortives (why?)/
My flame…
melts the ambivalent chain-links in your fences/
drenches bigots in their trenches,
and ignites the dormant wicks within my hibernating brethren/
Continue teetering atop your faulty premise…
All the King’s horses,
All the King’s Men,
not a one could reconstitute the glass-coated enamel your heart’s encased in.
The brazen disinterment of Moon on your horizon,
comprises a contrast of,
Solar deposits to your opposite/
And by the grace of my opulent populace of cops and robbers in armistice/
I swear by the ambiguous nature of my grimace,
you’ll learn to embrace their differences.
Charlatan turns sapient,
turns freedom fighter with sagacious wit,
turns terrorist following expressions of desire/
Fire in abundance,
but Ice abides until the sunset, and survives with equipotent applications of destruction/
Choose your weapon with discretion and your function/
Is your method just?/
Is your punishment just?/
Or are you just a…slave to these employables?/
Loyalty to coyness is deplorable in the face of inquisition/
I muckrake with duct tape over your visions/
-SynikaL