Regarding my eventful stride
in the garden of perception
I ponder
and wonder
how I ended down yonder
believing fate
would caress my inner
conspicuous alteration
of thoughtful contemplation
that opens
and shuts shutters
of my ever vivid imagination
smothered
in surprisingly twists of plots
that I sometimes detest
but mostly adore
lots n lots…
drawn
to the darkness of night
it was redirected
by first light
and the fading moon
sketching
a pretty picture
the mixture
of faded shadows
and songs
of morning sparrows
alive
this live blinding spectacle
recurring
with precious innocence
awoke
on a spring dawn
rising
on shores
of hopeful new starts
passing slowly
as it departs…
with tremendous power
you rant and rave
every day
and every hour
blasting noise
like a bloody amp
feel like a soldier
in boot camp
constant fuming
barking at me
may try to avoid you
occasionally…
the lamp fades
wires broken
a bare lit token
awoken
by stuttering
spasmodic convulsions
darkness creeps in
upon the still of the night
when the dying bulb
slowly kills
the sizzling
flickering light
hard faced
bikini laced
bodies red
expression dead
butts in the air
b(l)eachblond hair
emo high
iq low
draw attention
fake
for show
9/11
some went to heaven
some stayed
we all prayed
24/7
out
spoken
a verbal token
of
free speech
emotions awoken
tone set
possible threat
perhaps you prefer
small talk
instead
