Blame It On The Alphabet

Alphabet stole my heart

Locked it in an envelope

Threw away the key

And now I’m waging war

Against the sky

The battlefields set

Us v Them

Them v Us

 

Or perhaps all we’re fighting

Is ourselves

Shooting at the mirror

Dodging reflected bullets

Dodging refracted bullets

Shot by myself

‘Friendly Fire’

Is rather less friendly

Than the name suggests

 

Blood on the carpets

What will mother say?

 

Something nonsensical

No doubt

Lost her marbles

When they rolled under the bed

 

Look in the mirror

And call it even

Both of us are half dead

Think it’s time to stop

 

Put a plaster on it

And back into battle

This time the ammunition’s

Different

This is a war of the words

And I’m feeling bloodthirsty.

 

 

Blame it on the Alphabet.

 

 

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

Wow.........
Brilliance..(as usual)