And as clichéd as these muses in love,
The aching sun sighs and lays down it’s light,
And we feast on the fat and swollen dove,
Until all our hope fades into the night.
Arching chords of a music so long lost,
As breathless as the poor drowning sailor,
After many a treacherous sea crossed,
As hungry as the forgotten whaler.
So spurred to push the boundaries of time,
And to escape our mundane fantasies,
To be fooled by what this love does so mime,
Ignoring all what he says and what he sees.
And we are like them, so quaint and such bores,
Lost in the wash of dully painted hues,
Impersonating the martyrs of wars,
Sinking on this ship of our own sour muse.
As I was found in the bargain books bin, With my blank pages written in the dust, Expressing the depth you lost in the din. And the drab cashier did give a dry grin, Eyes that drew images of raw distrust, As I was found in the bargain books bin. My cover worn […]
Ode to a Stranger
Standing roadside on a bustling street, I spy you from a green car, Would you much rather be elsewhere? So unaware of where to go next, Do you lack my set destination? To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure. Drab and grey, the clouds are envious, Weighed down by shopping and sharp despair, […]
Experimental Journey I (The Scarecrow)
A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes, In all the gloom devours unforeseen louse, All clocks and time dissolve to winds of plumes. Poor child alone with mind ever more in tombs, An umbrella for leg and no school house, A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes. Toward the starving grace that is […]
Solid masses of raw dreams,
And Midas made me a God,
As I fell through gilded pages.
And gold cascades down in streams,
Applause and the people awed,
‘Twas the swift work of mages.
A small child leaving footprints in the sand, Carelessly willing and wishing to hear, The sweet inviting sounds of the sea’s band, So the fates hold a cone shell to her ear. And hearing the music of the water, Such a fierce impulse, wanting to embrace, An urge to become the Wave’s own […]
Once more, I take my rum upon the floor. A handsome fellow could not putt for skills How flouncing scholars force our state of war. False virtue lures a cross, vast empty mores A wail of flaming pride ignores the frills Once more, I take my rum upon the floor. Forget your sombre […]