The smell of victory

the smell of victory was sweet
why did it go foul
treachery
or guilt
was
it

Aurora

you
have
entire
city wrapped
round your ring finger
they sure worship your aurora

a bottle of hope sat on shelf
he drained it all and
smelled whiff of
freedom
at
last

I have fallen for you alright
it’s not gravity
bending time
to a
stand
still

the color of her affections
doesn’t any more
cloud my frail
judgement
does
it

therefore we taste every word twice
once how I cook it
then how you
slice and
dice
it

I am a museum full of
art, and a deck full
of music,
but none
tries
to
visit
me any
more – art and music
are meant for my soul consumption

left
a
bitter
residue
the flavour of truth
they took it with a pinch of salt

table set for six sits waiting
but there is no one
left to serve
or drink
the
tea

In response to: Sadje’s What you see Challenge #40

one
man’s
meat or
rat’s poison
what is on that list
curiosity helps save rats

In response to: Sadje’s What do you see Challenge # 39