Mid Morning Dream

The sound, like a gunshot,

Echoed through the firmament

Beings in its wake

Stopped to listen

Some, the wise, smiled

The others, unknowing

Looked with keen puzzlement

 

This is the day of the wrath

The day the sun burnt orange

into Gold.

 

Haven't  you had enough of your

Foolishness

Asked the bee keeper to the wasp

Honey sucking soreness

Dripped through the wines

 

You don't want to hear the

Sound of the drum beat

Rumbling in the heart beat

I think you must if you must

I know you will if you will

I want to know the riddle

Of yesteryear's tomorrow

 

There is a time

for space

and a space

for time

 

All things coalesce

into the One

 

Ha!

Aint you heard this tale before?

Aint you at the beginning of the tether

the end of the end

the tomorrow of yesterday

Some grammatical linearity

Skewered on its own sunbeam

 

Space is a one dimensional prison

Time another one dimensional prison

We live in a flat world

A mirror'd see saw

That never saw yesterday

with the eyes of Tomorrow

 

You know when you chip the cards

The table is not green felt

and there is no casino sticker

to call the score

Winning and losing

ain't in the draw the cards

but win you must

without unfaithful intent

without sorrow

or mercy

 

Ramble country

Don't I know thee too well

You don't want to sprinkle

Kinder on Kind kindred

But you do want to know

The beginning of the end

And the end of the beginning

 

This is how we played the deck

Rode the cards

Sidled in everlasting country

Skiddle row

Reap and sow

You know you just rhythm hunting

in the Dark of the Day

Sun blind

Every time you open your mouth

You shut your eyes

But your eyes never stop hearing

Nor your ears listening

 

Go on go on

Urged the word miester

This is how the deck needs to be laid

Red velvet glee

Hope unsparing

Thought undefined

Everything flowing

You me

Him Her

Us Them

The Oneness

Pervades

 

So, are you still here

Brave word soldier

Holding the line

Gripping the wide

Drowning in the narrow

 

Metaphorical allures

I have left behind

This is pure

Nonsense

Nothing in between

Between me and words

Just simple

wild craft

Wordsmithing

without reason

but definitely with rhyme

Sometimes

Rhymes are enough

To awaken the dead

Drown the sleeping

And say good bye to lores and mores

 

I think I have said enough

But my muse runs otherwise

Take a break

But no kitkat

Wafer coated chocolate

or chocolate coated wafers

who knows which is which

and which side the cookie crumbles

 

Cliche bazaar?

You aint seen nothin yet my friend

We are goin to run the gamut

At the races

of Life

And the damned be damned

Stinkin sodden lot

me maybe a center spread cover

for the may issue

but you never know

Freddie was Mercurially brilliant

You could not not love him

 

So I think I too must give

Wings to my fancy of flights

 

Too much simpleton for the critic to wrap around

Too much nonsensical for the bazaar run around

You need purpose and idiom and fair stretch

of Imagination

to make videos that do not

escape mono syllablic joy

but do plumb the depths

of togetherness

in your entity rhetoric

 

I really want to want to want to

Break out into simple verse

But this prison of words

Has me spell bound

 

I wonder how it would be in urdu

arabic, hindi, sanskrit, latin, greek, aramaic, hebrew, chinese

lingua francs calling siren songs

in the foggy mist of the mid morning dream