Time, Unsettled

He came, like never before,

spewing infested verbal semen

from his mouth, unfettered.

Swarms of sinful confessions,

swam through the disinfected air

as he lay, withering into wood.

Perfect timing always conjures

images of success and beauty.

He avoided the consequences

by mentioning his societal rapes

before shriveling up into dust

not realizing that destiny seems

to follow you several lifetimes.

He will see, he will see.

–by Maria Mocha © 2006

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