hell hath no fury like a woman scorned iv

I loathe myself for all the years I’ve wasted
I gave you my time and energy
and now you have the audacity to tell me no longer can you be with me
I swear your ingratitude is unnerving

trust – I fully appreciate how you’ve always been dedicated to us
but we all know that’s not what this is about… so please, don’t make a fuss

how true his words ring
I know for certain now that “ignorance is the mother of devotion”
and I’ll show you just how much I detest you and all that you stand for
damn you, your soul and your stupid little poems
I know where you keep them all and I’m going to burn your manuscripts
just as the Great, Gregory of Rome did the Palatine Library

eh, if it’s written in the stars that this is how it will go down
then by all means… that’s the least of my worries
 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

Uptown Abbey iv

his heart held a modicum of attraction
which quickly intensified that he hastily disregarded the opprobrium
that would inevitably follow all unbefitting association with a betrothed woman

and ripe as the fruit of his passion was
there was clearly no petering out, no separating the pips from the pulp
he had to have her or no one

so wholly… was his want
 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

Beatitudes Bay ii

You never think about whether it pays to stay with me, do you?
Well, I’ll let you know now that I sure don’t want to be appraised. I want to be valued.

What’s that supposed to mean?

You can’t gauge my usefulness solely based on today – when it’s only a thing of beauty you see.
How about tomorrow when we’ve grown with age? Will you lose all respect then?

I don’t know what to say… I mean…

Okay, let me put it in other words, in a masculine language, and terms you understand!
It’s as if you want to estimate my actual worth – the way you act sometimes… it’s really not fair.
I want you to value me. By that I mean you should consider the future, what I’ll be worth to you then.
The passion I’ll inspire, the care and counsel I’ll render. That I know for certain you desire.

You don’t say. Eh, I see it now. I feel it, love. Can’t argue with that.
So there, you can have my heart.
 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

Purple Curtain Drops

view zoomed
on the jacaranda blooms

breathing the air of home
without a care
as I sit out, on the veranda alone

thinking of her
something about the day
and the season
for some reason
I’m reminded of the scent of her perfume

the sensual care of her womanhood
and it feels real enough that I have a chill in my bone

so quickly I descend from the horny layer
that is, the stratum of my daydream

with but one question on my mind still

do I regret that she’s gone or am I happier on my own?
 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

Migration Mapping ii

even if the youth continue to spurn the old ideas and traditions
an absolutist state that doesn’t crumble in a time of great economic downturn
may never come under greater impetus for change
and it may be best to move your self to another dominion
 

© Heath Muchena, 2015