I’m sorry my dear darling
But I’ve been out here passing
My card into the hands
Of my future’s next romance
I hope this isn’t shocking
For I’ve been displaced in my walking
Left to my own devices
Off on unknown adventure
I was never left here laughing
Nor with you did I try crying
But a city that whispers wildly
Tore our souls together, apart
Gulls call out to friends floating away
Upon tides pushing this way and that
Messy streams of salty water
Crisscross a retreating ocean’s exposé
Thick stalks of grass bloat the shoreline
That’s overwhelmed by sun bleached logs
Spewed upon the edges
As if laid there in organized inventory
While off in the distance a black tornado of birds
Hover around the surface searching
Blackbirds sing from thorny blackberry patches
That separates green from thousands of shades of grey
Mimicking darkening clouds rolling above
Ready to send droplets propelled by gravity
But off in the distance, upon the horizon
Voluptuous and impressive clouds
Change from glaring white to navy blue
Interspersed with teal shades of open sky
And a darkened silhouette of a distant island
Looms ominously like the jetty
That breaks the horizon line into greys and sky blues
The puddles here gather round spots of sunshine
Dancing with robins and Wellingtons
In remaining hours of daylight
Punishment has been avoided for now
Savoring the spring’s warmth outdoors
With a steamingly frothed London Fog
Amongst the tall cedars and black jackets
I pull at the trendy girls who sit in my view
Flashing my Stockholm trends in the warm sun
It’s been a while since I’ve been on these steps
A notebook in hand and a mind full of advice
Triumph for the elders and history’s art
Long numbered lines
Serious faces
Ramps that click
Lovers wander
Around the other
Mingling couples
Slowly picking
Out odd ones
To comment on
Approving or
Disapproving
Fun jokes
For rude lovers
I’ve pasted time all over these bedroom walls
Dripping with a thought that’s never passed
In spite my insistence on back pushing
Mind-swapping, and counter-imagining
Some days I can even see the portraits
I painted in monotone upon the walls
Thick eyebrows and pencil thin noses
Some of them scream out at me
The others look out distractedly
Lost in deep thoughts I’ve long since forgotten
I pass everything off on my walls
They repeat after me
Reverberating my madness until it’s real
I name off the past Prime Ministers of Canada
As I vigorously make love to you in the night
This helps me accept the fact that
I’ll be slipping with my consciousness soon
Lapsing into a nether region where
Hawks and eagles walk among men
Tipping their hats in respect for animals while
Dining on fine wine and inhaling Cuban cigars
It’s not that I don’t enjoy our time together
Or that my nether regions don’t explode with furious passion
In the presence of your captivating demeanor
Sensuous curves and inviting aroma
I quite like it actually, appealing to all my senses
I just like to dream of Fantasia
Land so vividly different to familiar Earth
A dreamscape of my own devices
Rhythmically naming the past Prime Ministers
And rattling the headboard of your mothers bed chamber
When we walk upon thin strips
Of new light cresting upon a fresh day
It is safe to allow ourselves to dream
To breathe deep the subtle air
Awakening sleeping surroundings
While developing the onslaught of madness
That shall soon take shape
Upon the brow of furrows edge
And your swords
Heel’t by the pressures of oath
Forcing thought from mind
Into duty, sworn and bred
~
It is here where deceit grows
Amongst the cobwebs of freedom
Faith of the free
Growing dissonance
~
But straightened backs
And freshly pressed regalia
Adorned with pride and service
Calm thy boiling blood
~
Hindered with loathe
Confidants biding their time
In halls of betrayal
Seething with ego
Unnatural betrayal hidden
Behind blind eyes of service
Suckling the easy tit of
Mephistopheles
~
While memories float frequently
Between graying hairs
And balding victories
Scavenging the lands of truth
Relying on honor
A choice and a path
Not a reason or calling
But inward honesty
~
Though demons fight unceasingly
Through hushed dark corridors
Escape routes of the squeamish
Icicles of setting winter
~
Until the end remains clear
Ancient avenues of chestnut trees
Above the family crypt
History sleeps as change begins
It is I, the majestic phoenix who shall rise
Into the dawn of a new land
Glorious in my rebirth and reaching unbounded heights
Heralded by lookouts and prophets
Who have foreseen this same dawn through ages
I shall rise to save the existence
Adorned with praise by all
As I step up to the..
Excuse me?
No, I do not need any tea right now
Thank you though,
You’re very kind
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