Chores

Chores I

We taught you well

so pleased in

progress

I hanged so bitterly it

pained my express

Fancy fragrant from the knocks

dripping mud on the doors

I answered angry, I

tended grudgingly to my chores

The sickly green curtains strain to

cover sweetened blisters

Yeah, I'm bummed in my inept

bleeding on my silly blissful sisters

Chores II

The routine distills

and boils dry until

it sparks and

burns the house

These patterns

can’t be rebuilt

Uncertainty is fed, the map

eagerly

doused

In the unknown jaw, teeth

loosened

we can see if the cogs

can align

This spark is a bright

omen signaling

instability in

the glorious design

Chores III

I am stirring the search

for

confusions

The daydream, a parallel

reality and

I am master of reality’s illusions

Why am I here?

though – THANK GOD

I am

The film spirals

lights are a shadowy

exam

Nothing is blamed

pleasure hits directly and

I am persuaded

Simultaneous screens

Thank

god

My private world is invaded