Unravelling Goodness

I am done trying to find peace

Between the wrinkles of rosary beads,

Of combing silences between thunderclaps

For hints of Spring,

I refuse to stand on towers, hold my heart as fire

and call myself a lighthouse,

Waiting for kindness to pay for my services.

Look at me throwing away this bucket

I have used to carry all the water

For when I was lava and brimstone

Because quenching is for tempers,

I am a volcano.

I have decided that I will not discover

Happiness lodged in the teeth of crooked smiles

Smiles that hand me patience like reins

To a runaway carriage that cannot not

Cut the forest path eventually

But I do not think civilization ever got the chance

To clear the surface growth that thrives

from every pore and makes

of all human landscapes

Jungles.

I will default on all chivalry and wear curses

Like a membership badge,

See if I find loans easily now.