Lyric Man
It was atlantic beach I went
In search of pearls and cowries
Sad, to voidness I return:
I do not see him, Dave my Lyric Man.
My darling Dave,
Wherever you may be today
Roam not the street when it snows
Lest you soak your feet in it
Snow - yawning hungry morgue-
And coil not like millipede
Nor condense like wintery butter
But remember your warm cafe cup
And that fair lady you used to write about
Drink and bounce and bounce .
20/11/15
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015
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