Gord

2018-12-07 12:28 pm

Lately, I write universal,
Rody Walker disapproves:
"I see through you,
Ethereal, feigning too close,
To touch a virtue.
Oh, feeling, careening mostly,
Posts passing, tongue lashings,
More dashing, floor, gas pedal,
More dashing, more dashing,
One says, like a clause."

Platinum ring, yet,
Heart diamond, set.
What's happening, please,
Forget my misdeeds, luck,
A hat in a ring, belts,
One generation fights back,
Another fights against.

Poetry succinct, mispelled,
Written on cocktail napkins,
Waitress dismayed and going,
Thrown to a well indistinct,
Dreams worth more than coins,
More than love or poinsettias,
Less two roses that grow together.

At least,
If I throw my feelings,
Into the well they drink,
One day they will think of me.
Although,
If I know I'm leaving,
Into the well I go, no warning,
or unthinking. 
Tomorrow,
If I am untoward,
Bloated upon our meeting,
Give me shelter from the storm.
Or at least a greeting.