obstinate

my head said "let it go,
the time has passed."
my head,
ruthless iconoclast.
but heart,
more obstinate,
was sure
my time was yet
to come;
and when it did
at last, at last
iconoclast
struck dumb.
heart revels in
the quiet hours;
persistent mind
at last has left.
woven in
the warp and weft
head and heart entwine.
love at last is mine.

peccant

see them on the sand
walking hand in hand
peccant peckers would
not do what they should
contagion does not care
for the laissez-faire

alienist

the phrenologist
declined
the alienist
despaired
the astrologer
begged off
but the numerologist
declared
13 was right
to be scared

regurgitate

like a pile of sick
words regurgitated
spewn across the floor
no reality connection
disconnect/disrespect
abject hatred and vile
his bitter acid eats away
the hope of a better day

vanilla

demure demeanor
hides a richness
full depth of flavor
classic and refined
but designed for
every use
made common by
imitation
still no stimulation
like the perfect scent
of true vanilla
beans born of
a distant land
how it has come
to embody a notion
of bland
i'll never understand

caduceus

so audacious
would be ridiculous
if not insidious
ego not equivalent 
to a caduceus
cannot be
someone else
somewhere else
sucks to be us

deflagrate

a crackle
like a cry
dry leaves
tinder eyes
like flint heart
deflagrate
kindling alit
sparks threaten
her old growth
with wildfire