Red streamers; check.
Red balloons; check.
Red eyes welling up after
a yellow chump left her standing
in the middle of the dance floor.
Quick sleight of hand to dump
the posse, two swigs and I'm
in to save the day.
Take her by the hand,
take her by the hips.
She applies a healthy dose
of mascara to my monkey suit.
"Don't worry dear, I'm quite the poet.
I know just the way to
bridge the crevice in your heart."
We were fluid,
Our steps were sure.
"I'll mambo through your viscosity,
I'll create a tempo for true love.
We will dance through life's troubles
and let fate melt us away."
I released, she held tight.
"Who are you?"
I'm just another hopeless romantic,
on a binge toward becoming a silver knight.
Darkness has captivated the fields outside
name me a song and i'll take you on a ride
across the sea of Darfur;
a bulb. a cream. a rope, a beam
the assassination of the delta king.
Mommy, take me home right now
that clown is the least of my worries;
let worries entertain me instead.
Put dust on a dough and call it bread
for the slaves have gathered their fowls
gripped tight by their claws
flown west were dusk
takes it's rest.
Held captive by morn.
Surely i shall be put to sleep
by the silence of the middle east
counting coconut yield
outside of Adapasari.
But when tomorrow comes
and the day after tomorrow goes
we'll, all be back, nine to five
nul; strolling in the algebraic pattern.
i liked both pieces...but i got more out of blue this time.