lets play a game
where sticks and stones and bones
can be broke
hope can be smote
with the power of blasphemy
mixed with some chemistry
between a (boy and (boy) and (girl) and girl)
where love is not so much like a
flying dove but a
chrysanthemum torn between two
forbidden lovers like humming a
tune that no one
knows, not a clue to
it
…no…
people write because what’s forbidden
can be broken
when there is rhyme
and in time
maybe the white house will see
that (boy and (boy) and (girl) and girl)
is a regular progression of syllables
not willable
or killable