Motive by Justine

Motive Her motives weren’t ordinary Neither objective. They had more of a full moon momentum No moral militia She wanted to throw caution to the upredicatability Of intent The motion in motive Often compelled her Rattling snake like, Just below the bones A visceral rumble Times, it was silently persistent Like thoughts Elaborate in its appetite, With all her good intent Emotional hysteria often loomed Or psychological inertia She needed Ferocious abandon An Avant-garde intent Passion Desire Love These though proved difficult to attain Instead She often curled foetus like In a peace ball But if you listened closely You could still here the rumble The rattle of her motive © Justine McLaughlin 2013