A is for Apple (said Hester Prynne)

 this unkind fate that you relate:
& you pontificate that I might abdicate the throne
& leave you here alone to your demise. your sighs
your eyes your lies. the words you write that I can’t read,
the strangling night, your poisoned creed,

the purple passion you proclaim – decaying fashion
of your shame.  abused by your own hand, abuser!
I take the stand as your accuser. the ground
you tread was never green.  your heart is wed
to lust obscene!

the scene is where you go to shine, & offer up
your soul divine. the line was ever fine,
your love was never mine.  you walk the street
& stalk the meat of men who swing their silver chains –
victorias secret revealed by stains.

now cold, abandoned, let me lay –
I bought the dream, & now I pay.
blow up the sky to stop the rain
& slice the throat to kill the pain.