Shakespeares All of You

Surfing, morphing Through amorous tidal waves Thou Babylonian scoundrels Poisoned, ordained By the blues-begging rasps Smelting Earth Caching together as one By force and virtue Yielding life's battalions Seeking solace, fame or gentle ears What captures me most About this glazed nuthouse Riffs and thieves Throwing down as NYC The brackish drama The ink-still-wet climax Each protagonist Twitching, bleeding Their calligraphy carved from Medieval, spiteful bent Their tragedies, comedies Levitating into series finales Bubbling, screaming The concrete-clicking pounce Propelled by the fear of instant death Each a Willie Scribes scratching, staggering Desperate for terminal legacy Actors drowning, emitting spasms Powered by flames and sunshine You don't get here by mistake Unless leaving is the answer The acts, verses and curses Vary by the levels of lunacy You're willing to consume So bark and hark Who goes there The parade inside you looms As the audience Hush, attentive, sardonic Mouths gaping Tongues wagging To taste your wasted drop. (10/13/16)