The Swings

by

Daniel Chapa

Happy Angelic
Sweetly smiling
In all directions

Anxious arousal
Kindling Beneath
A fleshy façade

Meaningless awakenings
To her good natured
Grinning and winking

Never knowing
When she may swing
Swing her mood
Swing her emotion
Slap me on the cheek
With her wet palm
Mood Swing

Swing upon swings
Occasionally days
Periodic weeks
Requiring patience
During her swings

Swing to Anger
Hostile to all comers
Hating the universe
With redness toward

all parts that have wronged her

Swing to Melancholy
Pervasive sadness
All must endure the
Dark blue
Emptiness of despondency
Present in your speech

Swing to Fear
Afraid of solitude
Afraid to be alone
Afraid of the presence of other women

Swing upon swings
Passing through life daily
Swing upon me
Swing upon friends
Swing upon things she can’t control__. Nor I
Swing!
Swing my love
Swing for me
Swing to make
Me attend
To thee

Swing again
Swing to blame
It’s my fault

Swing again
Swing to apologetic
You’re sorry
It wasn’t my fault
At all.

Swing the room
Control the mood
Make sure your
Swings dominate all.
There is no room
But room for swings

Please Dear
Just once
Swing low for me

And swing
Swing my punished
Heart to sleep
Swing me till
I can fight no more
Swing!
Swing again!
Sweet mood swing

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from: Spokane, WA, US

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