life it seems
is not without its irony
for the screaming bards
of Mu Mu Land
.. on lounging chairs
.. on deep-piled rugs
.. just laying round
.. reciting verse
.. my bards were still
.. and known to all
.. in whispered words
.. as mild as mauve
and when they showed me to the door
I could sense within
creativeness
the un-ravelling of their pain
glowing starlight skies
kissed moonlit eyes
riding silver showers
in sinking sea tides
waves ravelling in rhyme
across miles waters tide
voice, then just into mime
within you tangled beside
oceanic salty waves rise
rolling vibrations quelled
ebony glow burns naked
aquamarine water swell
Slouching on the evening train
Ravelling through old anxieties,
It better than eye contact with robots
Haplessly Shuffling on and off
The deepest and fondest memories appear
Through the thorny ripples of mind
Speeding down memory lane
First memory, first bike, first bruise
First Day of school, no front teeth
Fast forward to first date,
Sloppiness of that first awkward kiss
First love pangs of distress
Until at last your realize
You passed your flaming stop.
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