apple cider vinegar

the path 

to the right path

or any other path

screams

beneath a wet kiss.

disturbing dreams

of sister katrina

haunt

through visions

varnished

with 

deja,

deja,

deja-vu.

steel and concrete

monsters

bathed 

in salty tears 

while 

mechanical birds 

drop their necks

and bow 

to the majesty and power

of the Creator.

human frailty 

rears an ugly 

yet predictable head

that imagines and acts

upon the fears 

of the weak.

searching

through piles 

of yesteryear's memories...

defying the moral demand,

rooted 

in that which is right,

only to realize 

what is wanted

isn't that 

which is needed.

cries in the dark 

linger towards 

a fortnight

as hope remains vigilant

yet reality is reflected

in pools of stagnant water.

distraught mothers 

pray for deliverance

and receive 

the ultimate curse.

gray swirls

pound the right 

with droplets of rage

as eyes watch

in horrified disbelief.

yet the surf recedes

leaving the entrails

of her visit.

soon...

the snakes will slither

through their holes,

queens will mate

with the shore.

all will be as it once was.

but we will never

forget.