The Joker plays his cards then prays for forgiveness to a middle eastern Christian God before hurling abuse to those who aren’t white professing to love women secretly harbouring unfathomable hate suppressed rage staring Red indifference in the face of reason, his reason an excuse for payback; vindictive retribution designed to maximize powerfully charged emotional punches.
I have loved more than once choosing my heart over head batting eyelids deflecting eggs scrambling to make sense of the impossible scenario time after time questioning my self refusing to settle for anything less than truth watching loved ones turn roll over, pulling the wool over already unseeing orbs holding on to contempt for love lost
Death has defined me grief ripping me apart till I am stripped bare and ‘The Joker’ plays me for a fool his denial hardly concealed now his truth defining him in the end hidden underneath a facade charm dangerously like a predators false sense of security when his hands are tied his dirty hands he tries to launder abrasive repeatedly.
Money the root of all evil threatens to ignite the paper trails that have us entwined enmeshed together by banks loans and fine print our future only leased the balance drains the half full cup sentiment caught never to be released that Holy Grail proving to be forever out of reach what chance did we have? the die has been cast.
My love my darling you were my everything my beautiful sweet illusion my heart aches for remembering you how you were before you changed colour I fell head over feet for you and yours grazing my knee in the process I succumbed, numbing my defenses getting back up being pushed back down losing another fragment of hope each time threatening don’t now, the joke is on you.
Christmas with family at lunch. loved
ones in spirit present. noticeable
some of us not our usual selves. all of us
a couple of weeks and months ago
father, mother, uncle, aunt, cousin
brother, sister, husband, wife, lovers.
love is in the air with a sombre undertone
changing and evolving. stronger
softer holding on
our spirit’s enquiring gently. hearts
like cedar louvres
lots of hugs and kisses
lots of smiles.
bull mastiffs lap attention unknowingly
giving of themselves. more
a small child asks for help to go wee’s
as children do. nona
chuckling as she leads her by the hand.
teenagers frolicking in the pool. glorious
unfettered minds and bodies celebrating
organic feijoa wine freshly squeezed it seemed. ripe
the sun in all of us.
pockets of people mingling. glasses
raised and table laden. giving thanks
quietly un-quiet mouths, eyes ,ears, skin
and something else. savouring
sustaining the living and life. gone
but not forgotten.