The tool who thinks of me a fool

Producing a delectable honey

As alluring as money

An animated spread

A sweetness to rot and dread

A disorder that pain fed

Commissioned project. 2024

Poems by Christian Sean

A heavy dose

A Karmic choke

An ugly light that gospel woke

Down the throat you wretched thing

Burn the lies that leach within, and instill the lessons from the hurt you bring!

Weightful bags carry the burden of age unto a bold face

As if the sands they carry ceased to be provoked

By the magic of the man that evokes them “Let go!”, the swelling pleads

But the eyes refuse

I think they’re rattling again

It’s subtle, but if I keep still I hear the door as they scrape

I know they’re awake

I need to make them stop

There’s so much at stake If they are to be discovered

I know that hearts will break