Bath Plugs
The bath plugs, who weekly have been
talking with my
aloof and snappy parents about
presenting me in front of
a TV (oh how the anguish of
paranoid will kill me!) audience to
show, mock, my
sickness, are inductees of
the governing body of
the City of
Sydney.
Calling upon the unspoken words
A requiem for inductees who
Fought a good fight
Exaltation for their Excellency
They are valiants
Through retain canon of slavery
They swallowed their pride,
Learnt to pretend and enjoy
That it shall come to pass
And spin the wheel of civilization
Through sealing in the searing and
Withering maximum prison
They had a stone hope
That it shall come to pass
Tomorrow shall come for liberation
Through the wail of molestation
They became cognizant of time
That everything is about time
Only time will tell
Surly they span the wheel of fortune
As on the shining sands we met,
two souls seeking one silhouette--
enchanted by the sighing seas--
we were so young, love's inductees.
We sang awhile, a sweet duet,
as on the shining sands we met,
a verse to all the world unknown,
pure melody we made our own.
Our golden sun was sinking fast,
we shivered in the cold wind blast,
as on the shining sands we met
when first we started to forget.
Then darkness fell across our beach,
rough tides swept love beyond our reach,
two hearts embittered by regret
as on the shining sands we met.
Copyright, May 4, 2014
Faye Gibson
A gentle breeze,
rustling dried leaves,
now quietly at ease.
I set down upon fallen trees.
Elbows resting on knees
lungs strained, I wheeze.
I had run from the abductees
of ones youth with unease.
One looks around and sees
childhood trees,
climbed with buddies,
now dead or diseased.
Others also escaped times freeze
from a picture of static memories.
Everything’s time comes no mater the pleas.
Head in hands, breathing more at ease
I look round again, suddenly pleased.
As I look at grounds dead leaves,
one sees the forests new inductees.
Saplings, I count by the threes,
along with them more, slightly older attendees,
of this forest. Young life in vast quantities.
Now I’m relaxed and can now foresee,
someone climbing grown saplings with glee.
Remembering that day of youth in all degrees.
To come back and realize that time will never freeze.
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