Spite Houses

The world has become intertwined,
a neighborhood of spite houses,
with border guards under every rock,
peering in every window,
sifting through your trash,
and ripping bits from tossed out letters to wave in vicious triumph.
They stand watch for the mutant
and burn bits of petulance like coal.
Living in a spite house you learn to ignore the damp, the derision and the restraints
(pretty bracelets made of steel)
and the binding may be thin
 like glue poured on your hands
but it pulls tight as it dries and soon the cracks appear.
Shhhh…
Calm down.
Can’t you take a joke?
Smile.
Virtual guardians, 
curators of your opinion,
and standard bearers of the Right 
and Good
according To the Holy Writ of (my)Self.
And those voices raised for clarity
in self defense
and courage
are shot down with flaming arrows.
And as they struggle feebly on the ground
are told it was for their own good.
The sky is too big
too important
for you to fly in unaccompanied
untamed
uninvited.
©jayetomas2016
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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. Not.....me. 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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5 Responses to Spite Houses

  1. ailsacawley says:

    Sad, true and love this for it’s honesty

  2. Dead Donovan says:

    Amazing how you capture words and polish them to shine for miles around!

    ~PR

  3. Oloriel says:

    I found this a haunting poem, the sadness you describe really left me with unease. We feel, all that is left for us to do is find courage to change how we feel, and your poem helps with that, for me at least.

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