Saira Viola - Dissonant dynamics

Dissonant dynamics

Mona Lisa purity
boiled in Angora kisses
on the cherry aid flap
of the moon pirouetting Nazi
chains

the Sunday Parade
stains the Circle of Love
washing the filth of yesterday
into the dawn of hope where
poppies sway underneath the
bough .

Church bells toll the hour,
the cloak of humanity
is no longer in their eyes
of red despise only cobwebs,
shadow their days stealing
dagger strokes of light .

Young lovers caught
in the cross fire of wild strawberries
that weep for shared domesticity.
Their words float like cotton candy

–                     and screw the spiders in the plug hole .
there are no favours for labour,
grinding idealism in the meat machine .
Undated mistakes spread across the subway ,

she counts paper kisses and pins them
to her carbon landscape .
It's Michael Angelo's David 
the fluted beauty of Benedictus when rain drops

hit ,Niagara , falls .Don't succumb to the toxic
drum of amber fountains .
Let lions face the sadness of your regret.
Let lions keep the promise of your lover's debt
and out there .....it's not First Avenue any longer
it's Sodom and Sodom's base underskirt Gomorrah