Like yesterday's bread
Best turned into toast
Taken with sweet, creamy coffee
And stirred with a silver spoon
Is a thought
Best left unspoken
Until tomorrow
Then taken with a grain of salt
And seasoned with time's passage
Ambivalence cannot be dropped
Like Salome's seven veils
Instead it must be grabbed
Then shaken to wakefulness
By the scruff of the neck
So too dislike
Like drops of water
Must fly off the hem
Of a quickly snapped towel
Cry your tears of remorse
Bitter with regret
And dried in the heat of sorrow
Lamenting hasty hurt
Well deserved
Earned in those moments
Of foolish insults
Hurled viciously against
Those deemed unworthy
Dance the fool's dance
Your bell hat jingling
Nonsense as your rhymes
Spill off your lips
Thickened with drink
or slowed
Because your mouth is full of words
Better left unspoken
And you've learned the painful lesson