You are the baddest
You are the coolest cucumber
You consume your clientele
You smell of libraries
and barren deserts
You claim saint-like witchhood
Your mood is a carnival of color
Your feet know every city pavement,
every wooded trail
Meet me at the carnival, where
we'll ride plastic ponies
as far as the red dawn
but don't knobble me lame, though I'm
told you have that power,
because my own bite is poisonous
and I'm not unwilling to use it
I am in search of your Archetype.
You've broken my bones
You've broken my brain
You've broken my spirit
And I'm fabulously grateful
that you've taught me how
to be me, alone though surrounded
Yes, you are the baddest beauty
One of you drowned her loving daughter
The other snuggles in suburbia with kids and hubby
One of you was cursed from birth to doom others and herself
The other is deaf to curses
And I'm still not sure
which of you is which
To Nicole Cooley (poet from Glen Ridge, author of "The Afflicted Girls") and Nicole Wallace (recurring murderer from "Law and Order: Criminal Intent")R. Bremner writes of incense, peppermints, and the color of time in such venues as International Poetry Review and Climate of Change (Sigmund Freud in Poetry). He has twice won Honorable Mention in the Allen Ginsberg awards (2017, 2018). Visit his Instagram poetry at beat_poet1 and Absurdist_poet.