Wellness spoke your dreams out loud

And I wandered in search of hope,

To fathom the ocean floor where the depth was known

Of things I might mistake

To be part of the world again

In misery, sickness or in wellness and health.

Some marriages are mirages of trade

And mischief of the employed class,

Holding glasses of champagne on coasters

Of rail fares settling disputes like curried wagons:

Others are the elliptical sort of tirade against time

With the complaint on the side of the aide

And not the foe who gestures the freckles

Of the fallen vampires to snuggles under the fire

Of feline delight and soirees of seduction.

Sometimes life is liposuction to me

From the bars of handle free

Objections swarming in the Realm

And make up rows still hovering from 1983.

Sussudio

Don’t you go?

There is water down below

In the backdraft of the furnace I laid

When the whale betrayed my gaze and pulled me down

To the galleys of where the ship was frowned upon

And others would have said I should drown.

Cows were grazing

And Krishna was paving the road to Vrindavan,

When the fallows of ploughed trust opened up

Much more than love

And let me know the honesty of time

With troopers who have the space to find things:

Like rhyme and reason

And unravishing bliss across actor’s tombs

Without room for the droll repeats of sheep’s bleats

And my originality.

Unique one.

There was a ladder that gestured of hope and rendition

But torture was the fermentation

Of fresh sailors, to boot the Das Kapital

< love the Take That Taj Mahal >

And freight the trained warriors instead

Delayed pleasure(d)

To surface and new age of being

When the opiate of the Mass

Is a Black Hole of chosen Fates

That hurled a contest down where sea fish know their nameless origins.

Beyond the mass of derision and splendid finishing

Is the dish best served clouded,

Like a Loka’s Ping’ed response from above and below

The bed where nature is slowed to cool passion.

Clasp and hiss as much as you want

There is only so much the phone(d) can take.

But if the Samurai get the code dialed

Wrong

Then swimming with sharks is the Navvies mistake.