set afloat
ashes and dust
abandoned hopes
as shipwrecked ghosts
are left to drift on murky waters
for a day the blue veil lifted
to uncage a gypsy sentence
to re-touch
to renew &
burn regretted debt
kicking their coffins shut
& stepping round tombstones
So rose the necromancer’s dancer
towards their happiness here ever after
days lost
as a recycled relic
alive behind jigsaws of glass & brick
just shifting mortar in this dead man’s dance
where the rabid rabbit is trapped in a clockwork spiral
where the tick crawls on that walled clock of damned denial
listening to souls shadow-chase ghosts under the midday moon
such is another day climbing that planned tapestry chain
forgetting freedoms, faces, and even our names
handcuffed to habits, hurts, and self-blame
I’m out of place amongst the mundane
where static delays decay my days
like a sidelined renegade
chained in body
yet free in mind
how I choose to fall
is where I’ll learn to fly
to stop playing the paycheque-whore
& never look back for that boardroom door
to face the long black-water heated highways
I’ll re-find a renewed lost within an unscheduled history
of no
latitude
or longitude
on a pleasure drifting mystery
via an invisible map read by a crystal ball
charted on an elephant ride of forgetful wisdom
as magic driftnets cast a new aquatic kingdom
spying wonderland visions of
hatted rabbits chasing
candy-striped zebras
flying sandcastles
& winged kites
all set upon
a gentle rhythm
only a few ajoin
for this ark’s ride of freedom
Rural Romantic Ramblings 