The auld haunt was never the same as when I knew my old friend …
We met in streetcars and knew the pleats, all crevasses and iron complete.
New arrivals lay and gunned to compete
Asteroid belt to sandal strap a seriousness of silence.
The Hermetic seals are broken and the panoptic jar cracked
finite splinters of test always featured breakfast.
See the moon and turn a quick shooting glance, upper lip pout.
A Knave maybe a king and spin the Sun, the roundabout took slide
Careering for any old job, the odd man out got left behind.
Showtime took a reeling motion as words poured meaning.
The shadows were never the same as when I left
The returning cursor showing arched a full stop repeating…
New thought always gathered old dust as the cast left
Shone a bright afterthought of an innuendo
At the end of every street the cart rested, whist the return
Ploughed a Majesty as the sky laid deep, and so it became, the host was always
The guest a co conspirator in Heavens lonely gaze
Wheeling just like a man forbidden to evenings garden
uprooted to extend a streaming flow in a digital age, letters shall glow
A lost click clack never to be repeated, a new friend born to go.
The ride went through cavernous delight. As the ghost writer…
Took to flight and carriages sentenced the first mate.
Farthest out post of lost words, letters lay scattered scintillating
like a peppered spray of silvery mist a bitter path to swallow.
Every one a forbidden protagonist of progression and its sigils
Any despair became forever a foil to scare the paragraph its finale
only now can start again, now that was a blessing, the name never
Again remembered only to be known in memory of that haunted eternity.
Can all be spanning the soul and its girders stretched to a metallic sheen
Thou humble sting of conscious thought a long lost sleep dreaming that old number
That Beastly cry of the little sunshine…