I go to seize
the day,
Wander, to saunter
these whetted streets
For the sky
has closed, clasped upon another eve.
But HARK, the bar light - it blinks, beckons, beckons.
And what is
this?
A reproduction
of the world, and other minuscule fates
Contained here
on the stage, oh the lies, the shine
My mind, it
shudders, shudders.
Down along
the tables, thick
The long,
the wood; the many tales at once beheld
Upon a
surface, such as a man can make
Capture,
capture it, still.
While I sit
here, we all watch
A peddling girl
called, a wolfhound hungry john’s smells,
Dancing
round, all in green; the color of our language,
An image,
this image held.
Can I
capture that moment as mine?
Turn those
vampire grins to something holy, holy
For this I
drink; for this I seek release.
Lady, hold
me, hold me.
To dull the
quick mind to hold such souls
Tell me,
folly, folly
I wake in
the morn, another phantasm caught,
Her name
was…Holly? Molly?
Another
canvas drawn, mounted.
Another
brush is counted,
A hush
befalls the silence:
The night it
calls me, shouting.
Follow me
then.
Follow me
down to the swell of the mound,
Follow me
now, the tell tale sound
That the gin
makes.
I go today,
I go for
another day
I go to coat
the way,
Hollowed.
