Meghzouchene's poetry

74. Tots' lessons

Puerile tongues
do say to us,
we the full-grown,
the curdled truths
we did despise.
Is it the effect
of devoured candies?
Or dummies?

By word of nippers,
we got wind
of our disillusions
we've been feeding
with sheer flouting.
Tots teach us
that we missed
our childhood
since we failed
to counsel elderly
of the tutorage's maze!
And craziness!

75. Filed down chaos
Asphalted driveway
was badly reddened
in a wink of detonator.
Strips of flesh,
baked and smoking,
were banqueting
the spewing tar.
The prior boom
of a self-bomb
had hardly deafened
the dizzy eardrums
and bugged brains.
Ire flamed out
by gales of come back
Beelzebub's hot mind.
The White City licked
its craters, all salty
and whimpering.

76. Bid for a bit

Your silence is killing:
not a syllabel comes out.
Not to mention a sesquipedalian.
Did I tweak you to the point of dumness?
Should I ante up
every word you'd ejaculate?
Talk a bit to exorcize
past misunderstandings.
Hushness is a depleted therapy
for invigorating our love.
If your silence goes on,
my ears will degenerate.
Since you've absconded,
my body urged the soul
to join its soul-mate
living miles away
somewhere and nowhere!

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