Insignia

Labels and tags foaming all around

with a pungent smell, onerous sound.

Nausea

stereotype lifeboats in sight,

the ocean is chained and bound…

froths of gags flowing from those wrights

ceaselessly upon me, in me

through wordy days and nights.

Dissatisfaction is a given

to the rich and the poverty-stricken

the confused, unused ‘I’ wants to untie,

shred blossoms that blight

sliver feathers that don’t fly.

The vast blue pollutes in designs

that which could have embraced the sky.