Abandoned poet

IAbandoned poet

f you have to talk of the past;
Talk;
You will see it in the present for sure,
A hammock swinging a hammer,
Will order the garden with nails;
To bake some hot cake tales!
You allow the craft to flow
In this mesmerizing art;
You think what you’re doing is work
Bringing back an image that matches the murk?
To violate peace with your laundry that had washed
The past with waters of fear,
While in your naïve way you think
They re-need a re-wash,
The dried hands are re-crying for water,
You re-visit the throne and the land,
With your disgusting stand;
I would have thrown you off the gate
Just as in the past like an abandoned poet!