Unlearning

Unlearning


Wooden wheels play horse drawn thunder,
Above, morse code messages fly,
White flash, red sky.
Our carriage sinks further under
A marriage of ironed out kinks,
And wayward winks
From eyes of green to eyes of brown.
Then soft thighs construct tracks of love
From the mattress up
While the carriage rolls into town.
Lips locked, waist clutched, cannot escape
For want nor hate
Such a vulnerable embrace.
The one thing I learnt of love
From that trip, the immigrants plight,
Is that there is no point ignoring her
Phantasmagoria
If it keeps her up late at night.

Forbid history repeat.
Let our lives beat in fractured rhythms
Through cataclysms of summer heat
And all the lust that comes with it.
Clocks spinning, the tables turning,
Will I be be capable of unlearning?

Watch the empire burn hot.
Watch its control lost
As that of my ancestor, molester,
Captain, and brute,
Ignoble roots to say the least,
But I was not born to be a beast.
And you, whimpering in self pity
The shitty cards your father dealt
In fist clenched will not melt.
So, before to hate you turn,
Try, and try again, to unlearn.

The carriage pulls up,
We are one now, married at last,
Shadows cast, to guide our plough,
Take that hand, feel that pain,
We are equal,
But we are not the same.