Symbolist Alphonse Osbert
painted with post-impressionist flair
in his 'Evening antiquity' *
his poetic visuals were set free.
L,
Surrender is not a choice,
beheld
in a sultry seductive voice
those sweet sweet sullen lips
demanding attention
smokey eyes
slowly smolder and flirt
as tongues dance the night away
there's bullets in the breeze
caressing a temptress tease
saluting an inner peace
where warm words melt
there is no resistance
as dossiers are spread out
on white cotton sheets
every attribute and detail drilled
over and over
undercover secrets will be blown
the moon blushes
there's a smoking gun
but now's not a time to run
Lady,
"Every day i search through the labyrinth and finally found what i was looking for" - Dracula (Netflix Season 1, episode 1)
A drip from the lip, your sustenance
sustaining my meaning of life
in awe, I'm tempted to bite
yes that bite of trust
truth held tight
in more than one night
a series of chances, not forsaken
but taken
a tip to the waiter of might
and we might, cross or stake
root where the Mainecoon roam
walking on home
where bosoms touch
riches fully share
a soliloquy of time and intent
not just love letters sent
a road towards death diverted
as I delve inside your eye
We’ve heard it said,
That partial sight is worse than no sight
We would rather not see men as trees.
That half-truth is no truth
It is rather a blatant lie.
That partial information is no information
Better to be called a misinformation.
Therefore if you will,
When you give sight, be like Jesus
If you would swear an Oath
Make it void of all trace of perjury
And if you must tell tale
Always tell the full story, a balanced story
When You Speak.
T-rump’s a hustler on a stage
A pied piper who taps people’s rage
So who will rebuff
This great con artist’s fluff
And call off this ugly dark age?
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XXXVII - XXXVIII
XXXVII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Minister of Housing Development
I'd make it my life-long mission by swearing upon it as a Holy Sacrement
To rush to the rescue of every poor defenceless and distraught old tenant
At the mercy of villainous old women pests who run or administer housing tenements
With beaks claws sharp canines of vultures hyenas who suck vampirically emoluments
That is, if ever I were by some magic the Minister of Housing Development
And even if I never ever had in Gaie Paree no country
XXXVIII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
I'd ordain ripped from every thesaurus encyclopaedia and dictionary
Words which denote or connote that special breed of vilely hissing spying bodies
Concierge Housekeeper Portero Janitor and all such idiotic parasitic discrepancies
And free the sleepless care-worn tenement city populations from these harpies
That is, if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
And even if in Gaie Paree I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 26, 2018
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