Vivisecting the V-world

 

Was that verisimilitude, or an actual cricket

or cockroach that just flew past my face?

Virtuality or actual cat piss on the corner of the cardboard box?

—ah, home—

 

Seagull birdshit and cute squirrel obesity,

a student’s virtuosity juxtaposed with lunch trash

—ah, school—

 

The virality of stupidity,

but verily, verily, I am

saying love

one another;

love, with our corrugated hearts

that need scrubbing, flossing,

and deep tissue massage.

 

My heart is a virile playground

of verity, veracity, and truth;

that is to say, a playground of pretend

and make-believe (make-you-believe?).

Stitch it up and keep it clean.

 

I sit here and binge on transcendent carbs

(carbs, oh gawd no not that!),

carbs and sugar and tears,

ponder opening another bottle

 

Mischief managed

(but not very well).

 

This viewpoint will self-vandalize

with vigor.

 

 

This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo.  To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s poem is off prompt and should not be taken too seriously.