The Time
The rhythm of the swing is
A loud cry but a smooth groove.
Simultaneous screeching harmonies of woodless wind flutes
Breathless whistling metals
Echoing
Project parks stay empty
Chuck Taylor's dangle over
Shadows below
Dark and distant
Lovers from A Distance
Im watching
The Parisian couple
As they lay with one another.
Their native tongue
I don't quite comprehend
but who needs words
when you've got lips that form
these irregular geometric shapes
that are widely referred to
as smiles?
Those earnest smiles that say:
Damn woman, I love you
And
You are my king
I can't go a day
without
you.
I watched
and...
Patiently,
I waited
Preparing myself for the day that my own would come through the fog
Revealing what I knew was possible
As it appears
The clouds have parted and
I think the time has finally come
But even my own eyes don't believe
Why should I?
I've seen too many mirages
Countless facades
On a Thursday
I had a nightmare
Living in a grimey lotus garden
Still yet, I was
Fearlessly
Leaping a hundred feet high
from ivy green lily pads
to clastic sedimentary stones
Kissing every frog
Slimey things
Not one prince
Swamp of jokers
I was outside of my body
Watching myself
cry
under a cypress tree
Middle of the Bayou
A voodoo doctor
Asked me what was wrong
Pulled my heart out
Passed it to a purple dragon who then
Boxed, sealed, and buried it
I couldn't move
But I wasn't dead
I was alive
and my heart was still beating
as it sunk down into the depths
of the black swan filled swamp
Then I grew weary because I couldn't reach it
It was lost.
I couldn't swim. I couldn't save my self.
Queen of the damned damsels
I tested every man that came along:
Which one of you
can dive deep enough
to find my heart?
Who can slay that old purple dragon?
That beast
has stolen the very piece of me
that was made for you!
It was suicidal
The way each man jumped in
and went under
But
Not one ever came back to the surface
Friday morning
I woke up.
But the hole in my chest was
Still there.
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