An Eternity I
Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle
Of beer,
Sporting a red and whitle label,
Emptied and callously abandoned...
Just like the tin can of cider
Plonked down beside you on your
Little polished mahogony table.
An unremarkable glass bottle,
As if a piece of submitted
Street avant-garde left on display,
Purposely discarded by some
Unknown person or persons here;
Whilst, with the whole passing
World
Seated in driving ignorance before
It,
All existence dashing endlessly
Away
When frantically tumbling and
Twirling
Inside the madly spinning,
Half-rounded Hemisphere.
Somewhere, after enduring a short
Commercial break...
Every advert dryly commented upon -
Each being accorded an equally
Dismissive and condescending stare,
One in particular informing it's
Disinterested audience
Of the frightful perils
On developing pancreatic cancer,
A warm couch, motionless,
Suddenly stirs and starts upwards
Like a cornered panther
Snarling before the hunters gun!
Your sullen visage momentarily
Betrayed
When briefly enraptured by dazzling
Images
Of the shimmering Aegean:-
And you, swimming alone, in your
Perfectly constructed little rocky
Idyll
Where brightly coloured shoals of
Exotic fishes teem;
Then that reinstated glare,
Fiercely conveyed with all the
ferocity
Of a blazing Grecian sun,
That perpetually resides
In all its burning arrogance there!
For I envision a single angry tear,
Pertaining to a faint hint of dark
Mascara,
Hesitating against a brushed
Indentation
As if a last remaining,
Desperately-clinging, raindrop
Being pushed acrosss the oily
Curvature
Of my panoramic windscreen...
A tear that contains, perhaps,
The whole of the worlds filtered
Oceans;
The pitiless look in those wild,
Turbulent eyes
Awash with the currents surging ebb;
Low utterances of broken trusts,
Unrequited love and misplaced
Devotions...
All precursors to oft repeated vocal
Denunciations
Spawned from some unjustified,
Obscure, nagging doubt;
Recalling my own dismal resignation's
When knowing better
Than to try and hopelessly intervene!
Same old recriminations and wearisome
Accusations
Now being muttered, I should'nt wonder,
Barely audibly throughout...
Will herald the onset of newly
Assembled confusion...
As you struggle wretchedly
In preparation for another troubling
Dream!
Overhead, lunar dignitaries, arisen
From behind confinement of their cells
Celestial bars...
But irrevocably anchored to the
Impossible deeps;
Here, patiently awaiting, in all their
Accursed immortality,
The defeated Titans and great usurped
Cronus soundly sleep;
And a gathering together when offering
Obedient prayers:-
Cloistered abominations of awakened
Stars -
Whose exultation's shine brightly in
Dutiful obeyance -
In worshipful praise of his most
Hallowed regime!
They whomst unashamedly dare to
Brazenly gaze
Upon portrayal of flushed irreverence;
Now attempting, albeit she greivously
Offended
Like a cast-out Angel,
To stagger up the step's defiant
Incline;
Which, in supportive awkwardness,
Stoically resists the steadying
Advantages
Proffered from thickly carpeted
Stairs.
But I have long since fled.
For soon I will join the thining lines
Of departing cars
That invade upon the unearthly realm
Of flittering Bat and barred Nightjars.
Please read part two.
Copyright © John Fleming | Year Posted 2017
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