when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
know exactly
what it is
and that's so cool
i feel a chill
but so soon
i'm warn(m)ing up baby
you take me
and slide me in the oven
where i'll burn
for hours
loving my cousin (asking for something)
but you know
the sun still shines
and if the hill
is still there
then i'm still going
to climb
aboard the mystery train
chasing my love
across the endless
tracks sipping coffee
drinking in the back
loading my dice
with heartache and pain
spinning these tales
in the mind
of the train
shaking my fever
to the edge
of the night
holding myself
away from the light
amid dangerous designs
to regain my sight
and fail miserably
but in the trying
i cry
drinking the smoke
the truth and
the lies
all such a jumble
a puzzle
a lock
a mystery solved
if i open
the box
"drinking the smoke
the truth and
the lies
all such a jumble
a puzzle
a lock".
I mean ***
Very nicely done Tim.
Enjoyed. This rolls right along. The lively short lines make me think of John Skelton, his Skeltonics. I think he was the first PL of England (King Henry VIII) and he wore a long purple robe with "Calliope" embroidered on the back in gold thread. Poets are so low-key these days. They should dress better, IMHO.
Enjoyed this piece, Tim *
Fever dream with a rolling-train cadence. Reminds me of "curves".
Wow. Thank you all so much, Javed, Dianne, Foster, and Mathew.
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Good one, Tim. So much going on.
Many thanks, Jerry & Kitty.
Seems like you have really found your voice in this style. It affords you the chance to take the adventure further and further. Always look forward to reading it.
loading my dice
with heartache and pain"
"
Thank you Darryl!
Enjoyed.
Thank you, Gary.
Seamless journey. *
Nice work. Made to be sung. I'm with Yeats: "I hear it in the deep heart's core."
Beate and Bill, make me happy. Thank you.