The steely eyed glaze of righteous wrath
passed over me and stopped,
biding its time, patiently building up
dark eye shadow glory
and then like a meteor
over slow ice fields and the mindful of their own
business trees of Tunguska …
she let loose with venom and destruction
telling me I had to live in the real world.
A resident of such a world I am
but if I choose for a while to revel
in a place where smiles are seen,
where the friendly knife doesn’t cut you
One day these waves that toy with me,
their foam crested tops that hit me in the face
but refuse, for now, to drown me,
refuse to take me to a place where the quiet
seekers dwell, those that have finally
silenced the nagging sheer doubt live,
those crested waves will drag me down
with white pulsed fingers
and when it does,
don’t be surprised if you open the door
to me and I ask for help
and forgiveness
in a world that spits on such actions.
Shall I compare thee to the Forever fly
whose sole purpose in life is to annoy
and spread disgruntled feeling and false rumour and lie
as if swirling around puppets, pulling strings on toys.
The Forever fly sits and waits, sniffing the air,
not waiting for the afterthought of humanity
but going after the pure and with creepy stare
demands that you serve him first because as a fly he is too busy.
The Forever fly, a mutated bluebottle with a decomposed smell
harbours deep resentment because he knows deep down
May’s beauty is at end
but this is not the end of the year’s story
for as she wraps the string of pearls given
to her by Jupiter’s wife
in recognition for accepting what Tiresias could never
in either guise deliver, Junius’ further accession
to the pride of womanhood is to name herself
Queen of the northern isle again.
Her sister in the South is restless and blows hard
to turn the world on its axis, the diametric twins
of Junius and December
at odds with each behind
I missed the knock
on the train’s dirty window as the young poet
frantically tried to catch my attention as I mooched past
in a reluctant poem of my own.
The blonde haired girl with glasses, wide-ever appreciating eyes,
skipping heartbeat,
who sat across the void of space and expanse of tables
in the café, missed the chance for true adoration as she fell head first
into the eyes of the wildly passionate and sincere man
with eyes only for her ignorantly blessed friend,