Remember when
Memory was friend,
Not long ago
In child’s hood,
When he’d no need
Of adult understood,
The while did find
Be rid of time
For aberrant ways,
Tho soon to reach
Stage memory fails,
Said so to fashion
Less worthy tales,
Those tests of time
When memory ails!
That alter ego
Remembers then,
Close trusted friend
Far better when,
Knew of a time
Needn’t a rhyme,
With aide-mémoire
For friend of mind,
To so find time
Not to misuse
But to miss have,
The memory of
Un ami sage,
Close trusted friend!
The nether dark
Beneath the light,
Prompts me linger
Thru the night,
As twilight drifts,
To the shadows
Of a weary world,
That now awaits
A glimpse of dawn
To view the morrow…
The while darkness
Wraps itself
About my person,
Be my safe haven
For a night I borrow!
Think ad infinitum
Ergo said gong,
Creates a sound
Seems without end,
That same old song
Played then again,
Ad nauseam long
Endlessly bound
To but so plague,
As Mephistophelian
And always vague,
On second thought
Echoes of politicos!
Once in a time
Said polite issue,
Ere may hold
Fitting creature
For politician,
Yet even then
The choice of men
Bared err in sight,
Told shy of brain
We’d but bemoan,
Their lack of train…
Tho ne’er too late
To try again,
For a new breed,
Save present bane
Of banana feeding strain!
Born of a stay,
I’ll venture tell
Of a dared trip,
That looks in hell,
Thus a portrait
Of abject fair,
That of a guest
In Satan’s lair,
Thus on a toss
Ignoring the peril,
Where flames alas
Will cop one’s ass,
A temptress sets
To lewdly invade
The fading dream
Of one’s nightly rest…
Hence for angels
Pray not appear,
As they be devils
Hatched in fear,
Composing evils
For devil’s deeds,
By the near dead
Guests for his feed,
Soon meant to dwell,
In Beelzebub’s hell!
Along the way
Of life to be,
Unsure of me,
I thought to find
The who it was
Inside my mind,
Might explicate
A question thus,
Of living doubt,
And so elucidate
The who I am
That be about,
If not the me
Others believe
They truly see…
The while I fail
To see said mine,
Mirrors the feel
Of wonted lines,
Akin to real,
I’ve this façade,
I need admit,
Then look ahead
To clues and time,
That may so fix
Before I’m dead,
Along the way,
A means that led
To finding who I am!
I saw sun set
And see it yet,
Rise on the seas
That kept afloat
The enterprise,
I have been told
Meant keep alive,
Man ever bold
Who navigates
Without a soul,
Giant waves
That carries fate
In a ship’s hold,
That blackish gold
Destined contaminate
Mankind whole,
The while helpless
In mind and soul,
We watch man dig
Our untimely grave!
They barely move
In a consuming heat,
Their body bare,
Now less than cool
From head to feet,
The while afloat
In errant duel
Seek to peak
In undulating streak,
To subside languidly
On dampened sheets,
Strive not to wane
That gentle sway,
In sight of ecstasy…
Now nigh spent
Their will entreats
Its restless tide,
To not await
Spell risks abate,
To keep the course alive
In spite of summer heat!
Poetry on a Canapé 