Regret

He enters a world
still green with indulgence.
Ignorant of its thorny
assassin
hidden in the intoxicated
mist.
He begs to be freed from her brazen lust and envy.

Still
drawn to her alabaster desires
he
regrets
that still he must partake
of her
polished tumor of malice.

She remains steeped in falsehood
by a comely house of imprisoned men
yet defiled by solitude
she insists on
playing the
wise
sage
to the wine sipping
knaves

Strong men with souls above all doubt
once beloved are
by her forced
upon their
sickbeds

For it is her
deceitful pendulum
which enslaves
mouldy
men
once redeemed by
quality.

-Johnny V.