There is an old goat named Billy
who finds the altitude chilly
and with insufficient grippage
to prevent downhill slippage
may fall off the mountain but will he?
Echoes, thoughts thrown off-course
illusive as in "vision blurring"...
ennui, with nothing to reinforce
imagery. Silence disturbed by purring,
odd admixture of buzzing and whirring.
watery porridge
GASP! a soggy oat
slips past the beadle
onto the floor
urchins pounce
~ splat!
a case of slippage.
where is real sanity
in rehearsed living
befuddled thoughts
search to hunt it down
it is somewhere
somewhere close
smell it, feel it, imagine it
yet you cannot describe it
amongst all that is bad
cruelty becomes love
knowing not knowing
there is no excuse
for dismal ignorance
pain is now pleasure
dominance to submissive
passions raw then tender
enjoying punishment
seeking acknowledgement
of loves desire for attention
begging unbind my heart
Sliding into a crater
of emotion,
Current stronger than
the Mighty Ocean,
Gravity of Love
Falling, falling...
What a wonderful
slippage is this,
If I lied I would be remiss,
I may not be so young,
Or so handsome anymore,
But my heart is still rich,
With love that does endure
I don't know what
Tomorrow's horoscope
does hold,
I don't know how the
future will unfold
It matters little
I've got what I want
A love which has
so long seemed to haunt
Slippage, I let it
slide away,
But this is
another day
We may never again kiss
We may never again caress
But one thing
I gladly confess
Just to know she still
does care,
Is more than a hope,
I ever did dare.