Hate is an Alligator in the Sinkhole
The Hole Story
As much as I protest,
so naturally detest
your message,
your opinion
your blabbering jest,
your blithering bigotry,
withering asymmetry
who’d be aptly naive
to miss the gists?
As deeply as I reject
your presumptive ignorance,
insensitive blows and
gross intolerance,
as dearly as I’d like to
punch you hard in the snout
of your gaping pie hole
or jam my fingers
into your twittering nose holes,
I cannot allow myself
to be sucked down too,
to drown in the trough
of lowest swamp goo,
further on to and beyond
the ‘I can’t believe I hate the whole thing’
emotional hangover hole
a sucking crevasse which waits
within me acknowledged or not
hating hate is still h-a-t-e
thus,
I’ve taken the bait on a plop
a fish on a spinner
flapping and twirling toward
the whole of war
entirely digested in one shot
centered on hate boring deep in the ground
a rabbit hole turned upside down
to yet another
‘hole in one’
playing out in the devil’s bonus round
take aim, The Golfer
who would putt us first and last
to the center of the sun
boring dry holes more to satisfy
thirsts of the past,
through a warp in space
words tunnel and burn
eject like a pinball
the most mindless among us
to that most barren place
then from nightmare’s wormhole
pray we be allowed
one day to return
to more than this simple hole
in hate’s holiest of place
filling with asphalt one such embarrassing
vacuum in space
© S Lynn Knight, 2017
