Animalia
Seated on his throne,
haughty and wearing no clothes,
the king downs wine from
a chalice, barking for more.
Drunk as a skunk, he
gyrates on his throne and falls;
All the king's men can't
put him together again.
Ventilator
The bed
breathes.
I've trained it well.
On days or nights
Or god knows how long,
when I'm too tired
to either sleep
or even breathe,
the bed
survives
me.
[bleep]
Oh, how my heart bleeds
For the greedy in power breeds
More greediness for golden seeds.
Oh, how to fight these weeds?
Oh, how my heart weeps
For children violated by creeps
Haunted in nightmarish sleeps
Oh, how to slay these freaks?
Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo - is a self-published author of Twin deLights, "Haikuna Matata (a haiku collection) and Hainaku! It's Pundemic! I am Balot. Acovida dito.” She is also a member of the Write Your Legacy community in the Philippines, working as a medical transcriptionist in Singapore. Her poetry has been featured and published in some anthologies and journals like The Haiku Foundation and Presence.
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