Incubus Bimorph Visions
David J Walker
Are you from
the first burst of
a dying sun
the last lit visions
vast
as past points of
crass
crescendos
crashing
slowly solemnly
past
processions of
last
night late
at the star lit gate
alone
Are you from
The last verse of
A song unsung
The tones tuned and cursed
With a cursive tongue
Lyrics fat
fatuous and flat
Lines of the unkind
Measures metered flung
Omni-directed
Biomorphed and wheedled
Into whatever
Are you from
The incubus visions
Awaiting dear Morpheus
Are you from
The light years sum
Of somnolent
erumpent
persuasions
Categories:
wheedled, allegory, dream,
Form: Rhyme
[ to the tune of The Lonely Goatherd ]
High on a hill sat a lonely goat turd;
He was by himself ‘cuz the goat was through.
Waiting to be eaten by a gross bird
And recycled, turd times two!
Who comes along, but a fair dung beetle,
On sturdy legs that were big and strong.
He called to her, yes, he softly wheedled,
“Baby, won’t you dance along?”
Then they danced through the meadow.
Then they rolled down the hill.
He fancied he was her beau
Man, this was such a thrill!
She took him back to her hidey-hidey,
Shaping up to be a dream come true!
When she trimmed him down ‘cuz he was too widey,
finally, he thought to think it through.
Now he’s the meal of a fair dung beetle;
Kids came home and had a snack or two.
And he’s kinda wishing he’d been eaten by that eagle;
At least with one bite it would be through!
Categories:
wheedled, nonsense, parody,
Form: Lyric
Realm of humankind wheedled in reset,
Homeland beray, lull to beset,
Scrawling the parchment to a keyset,
Xenophobia in callousness,
Dearth to darn the clout concord.
Orness synergy alliance the terrene.
Berth errand the rassle office,
Commissions detach the hassle orifice...
Pensile the ensile spirits,
Circumscissile recoiled resiliency,
Nuanced tensile expansionism...
Normalise a new normal,
Order the prime heart to bloom,
Taper our united dreg to blossom...
Blight in frights,
Dight the twinight against any affright,
Infinity within.
Categories:
wheedled, community, creation, earth, environment,
Form: Free verse
He oozed charm, this aging lothario.
Gallantry was his middle name.
Yet, he lived in the past
in the glory days of football wins
and cheerleaders…
denying his saggy abdomen
blind eye, and fungus crusted feet…
Gallantry was his middle name
and he wheedled his way into the affections
of many lost and lonely woman.
When the only women
of true importance in his life
were his daughters…
He lived in the past
slept with his dog, and swam in Speedos
bald pate shining in the sun.
Once, long ago he was married to a cheerleader.
She’s stopped cheering, as his life filled
with their daughter and she was no longer his girl.
Caught between life, death,
and the deep blue sea, he swam.
Arriving at the home of each new prospective conquest
with the requisite flowers and small talk.
The glory days of football still danced
before his single good eye upon the giant bar screen,
where he served mimosa’s and other drinks with a wink.
He smiled with a well-worn charm, and didn’t touch the stuff.
Still, he tried. But, most times,
he felt more at home
with his daughters…
Categories:
wheedled, caregiving, daughter, father, introspection,
Form: Narrative