Gone like an abandonment
Meaning like a shallow pool
Rocks in the bottom of it
Uneven footing
The splash of a walkthrough role
The heavy handed demeanour
The the-ness of a well to do afternoon
And you’re gone.
All was so long
Time was my song
Forever was half an hour of seeming
My eyes were lost in listless dreaming
Taking you possessively
Wanting you pricelessly
I did not accept the risk
Of your troubles meeting me in my fist.
Gone like the lifted shaft
Of a heel departing rank and file
So the toes depress the water
And I am back chasing God’s only daughter.
Come back so I can see
Something more heavenly
Than flagrant violations and abuses
From my guns and rare bit muses.
I have no awakening to see
And there is no Moses in the parting sea
To take me to a higher ground
Than the emptiness we both found
Clutching together on dry land
Spending my expanded plan
For divorce on open season
When the weather met my clouded judgement and reason.
So if your listless self arises dependently to perchance
The sacred Navratri or Natraj and tribal dance,
Remember me and what it freely feels like
To partition romance with Chinese walls and Offa’s Dyke.
There is no seeming meant to be
For ex camaraderie.
So it’s time to sail on your own way
For all that angelic reality to have new sway.
Dreams come in many shapes and packages
And some land in land
And carry heavy famished damaged;
But there is no telling what will be
When Lucifer tells on thee to Aphrodite.
Buyer’s remorse is convened a harlot’s guilt
For the barrister’s briefs still carried in silk
But a higher motive is not sought in proof
As bias is moved, at last, to our holy Zeus.
Wild Stage 