Am I that never-ending poem
Shivering in alliteration’s chill
Age stumbling over “new” ideas
Youth shouting in the shadows
Words trapped in a myriad of madness
Tap dancing on bare feet
Meandering through the metaphoric memory
Of sardonic soliloquies
Now and then poetically posturing
Seeking to regain center stage
Reciting lines never to be heard
A performance for one, by one
An act played out on the curtain-less stage
A poem scratched on the edges of life
In a constant game of deceit and request.
Where the whistles of steam are dribbling.
Hoots in light of my cynical eccentricity.
Where a reflected area of stars sparkled.
Mirror the perspicuity of my pain.'
There I am, hanging unstably in the air.
I was quashed in a fog of moist regret.
Written: March 20, 2022
Because I said so that's why
Because this is the old west
Because there's gold in them thar hills
There's graves that need to be dug
Someone has to take charge
There are two kinds of people in the world
People with guns and people with shovels
A cigar moves from side to side in the mouth
To a smirk with gleaming teeth
Pick up your shovel from the dirt
Dig!
The moral to our story is; feed your gun bullets every day. Fill people full of lead.
Don't ask stupid questions. You might end up excavating or better still....dead.
Faint mysterious humour was just a facial rumour,
although you knew she meant business when you were with her;
I was carried under my master's arm for ten years,
when I was finished, nothing was as it appears.
I smiled because I knew I would be worth a fortune,
finally placed in the Louvre, not for sale anytime soon;
La Giaconda looked at me with her mystery,'
for five hundred years she had sailed thro' history.
I sat for a long time while Leo created my face,
suddenly it was done, everything moved at a pace,
no one would ever match my inscrutable look,
or really appreciate just how long it took.
You wondered why my smile was brought about by a new lease,
it was because I caught a glimpse of Leo's private parts behind his codpiece.
Send us your snowflakes, your selfies
Send us your huddled masses for sure
Send us your poor to our shores
Bring abortions over our borders
America is the land of the free
Of food stamps, of me and more me
Send us your gender equality
If you remember who you can be
Bring diseases and enemies
To build bridges not walls we need people
From sea to shining sea bring your visas
Bring Jesus for no particular reason
It is always hunting season
So bring guns if you please
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