Sunday, August 12, 2007

Narcoleptic Daydream




You dress once again to these threads of cold rain
your trousers all stitched at the ankle
Shoes made of oil and the poor man’s toil
And a mask of filigree fibre
And the rat-a-tat-tat on your cerebral hat
shakes the nails from your iron lung free
pampered flesh far too weak to live the life of that freak
that you sometimes claim to be

You gulp down your chunks of prescription junk
That promise to take the edge off the world
Drink wine and complain at the state of the trains
While away days without treason or rhyme
and arrive at the end of the hand-me-down recipe
to find that you’ve run out of thyme

So you head for the hills on those bubblegum heels
Ears flapping in the eloquent breeze
that blows from the east and rattles your keys
While enticing your thoughts to agree
with the divine and seductive and deluded decree
that you are what your mirror reveals

But the mirror is bent by the culture of plunder
And cracked by the head of some goon
and to look and to see might cause you to stumble
Down the staircase of worries where the diligent crumble
Under the weight of the moon and the flowers that festoon
Your salubrious parlour of wonder.

8 comments:

karoline in the morning said...

>and arrive at the end of the hand-me-down recipe
to find that you’ve run out of thyme

>Under the weight of the moon and the flowers that festoon
Your salubrious parlour of wonder

positively fabulous...you are a certainly wordsmith and sentence styler ...

Anonymous said...

awwww - pisces. this will end up in a saved file of piscean favorites.......especially the line about bubblegum heels ........

i love the photo, though i believe she's luckier than he - he is lost in some other universe and is missing her 'pillowing' charms.

though i did have a great chuckle at narcoleptic .. those drugs make excellent stimulants ... but so do cool breezes, and walks in heathered moors, and dips in the cold north sea.....

ciao,
red

Garth said...

I don't think we're in Texas no more Dorothy

NB BOOM said...
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NB BOOM said...

Just... Keep... On... Smiling

Anonymous said...

just click your ruby red heels, Dorothy .... (those damn site meters !!!)

Anonymous said...

now, now pisces - i could have just as easily stated: the cool shade of magnolias, dipping toes in the warmth of the gulf sea .... or: snow capped mountains sloping down to the cold alaskan bay .....

AND - i knew your meters were watching ...

Anonymous said...

you wag!

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