Time for a poem...
To walk on the sun
The shadow will be in the light
The light will shine on you
You will be absorbed
And so will walk and walk
And the river will be the falling
On an ocean far away
Days go by full of shadows
Pieces of sinking rising to pass
Polished grins flaunting bought from a store
Mineral water stares doing it all knowing nothing else
Did you turn the gas off? Do you really have a life left?
The concepts used today are…
No quiet words reign and fall about
Heading for another fall
On an ocean;
Far away there is one who sits quietly
The penumbra of the vagabond
A stray shadow, something mentionable
Like still life on the table too thin to be absorbed
Wordlessly painting seemingly more
And incumbent upon a sigh
Then sweeping aside to another
For a wink or a kiss
Having to settle for a giggle
Amongst the audience
All will be revealed
Though some will never know
More than the hot voodoo take away
Taken as umbrage to swathe the excess.
More, called the crowd
The poet was a maestro huge and swallowed.
Misery she brought oh and oh, and
Laughing in the face of spite
To crush that memory beneath the weight of grief;
But she up and surprised me by turning into a snake
Half still as a woman
Then she hissed at me
Wrapped herself around my leg
Her eyes grew huge, mesmerising;
I fell into her
She swallowed me whole
And I became her and she became me
We cried as we sank out of sight two lovers,
And I wondered is life something you get on the back of a motorbike?
Can I come home now?
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