a new under
Under the blanket of a starless night
my inane smile just a make-up painted fallacy,
as I wander down a lane that’s name is misery
and choke back tears on years gone by,
I dream a dream of circumstance
tailor made to fit my needs,
though, in truth its all much the same
with not much real to concede.
To make a new friend of an old enemy
that had hurt my soul and tarnished my hope,
given me nothing but a desire to be secluded
and a pondering mind on a length of rope,
a cotton wool vignette that leads to ethereal sunsets
or a long pour from Kings bartender Floyd,
a beautiful contradiction that flows up and down
the rungs of this ladder that leads to hearty song.
But, as I look out through the haze of this perspex vision
through the wet glass of my eyes,
at a world that’s faint and slow in its steps
like movement done steadily in a mire,
things never follow a rigid strict path
things get misconstrued, even genuine truth and fact,
and although I believe the task is a noble one
to decline with a modicum of dignity is a thought that should stay intact.
(2014)
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