Before & After: A Story of Progress (?)



Four_Vertical_Housewives_gossiping Kazuya Akimoto Art Museum

tweedledum and tweedledee
went to have a battle
for tweedledum said tweedledee
had spoiled his nice new rattle.


tweedlediva and tweedleprima
virtually went to battle
by slinging social media mud everywhere
crowding cockroach-like in dark corners
to hiss and inflate and twist and post
every chinese whisper
their tweedle brains could produce
mockery and angst gone viral
a battle with no victory
no glory
only scars to last a lifetime

*artwork by Kazuya Akimoto*


About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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