Creature comforts Hadleyburg revisited
The creature moves to center stage
Looks out at no end and no age,
Filled seats, and a keystone in a cage,
Dreadnaught and a phoney sage.
The creature’s eyes circle its head.
All lullabies are put t’ bed.
All angles are undescribed
By math that closes its eyes to hide.
The creature’s eyes do all embrace.
Truth screams, “there’ll be no trace.”
And closes its eyes to erase
The single winner of this race.
Creatures here, creatures there
Creatures, creatures everywhere.
In this unending ageless room
The creature lays a knife, fork and spoon.
Comfort food, sweets to consume
To the beat of a single broom
That swishes a staccato: soon, soon soon.
The people wait as bride and groom.
Heartbeats away from a conscious swoon.
And though it’s already afternoon,
They won’t live to see a lover’s moon.
It wasn’t worth their free balloon.
Or the warm-up Itchy an’ Scratchy cartoon.
The creature leaves center stage
Gone the vassal, and the page.
The serf, the lackey and the servant.
Betrayed the need to be observant.
(Tomorrow there’s more to be done.
There’s more where that came from.)
The creature checks its atomic watch.
Checks the angle of its crotch.
Throws a kiss to the empty room.
Does a two step with the broom.
Knows it will never sin.
And climbs aboard its palanquin.
Creatures here, creatures there
Creatures, creatures everywhere.
Walk under a ladder
There’s nothing sadder
Then taking the long way around.
In a room with no view
He finally knew
Dictums of a faceless clown.
He rose from his death bed
And stubbornly said,
“There’s only one thing, ya know.
Movies in black and white
Have the most color, (yeah that’s right),
In every picture show.”
Agreed said the cat
Agreed said the dog.
You see it in black and white.
Now if you please
Hand back our keys
And sign out in your life’s log.
A human walking with a dog
Through morning thrill and a fog.
A free gift not to be missed.
A composition that gives bliss.
The walker is blind
Of its gift bestowed
As aesthetic undertow.
And so I enter my ship in a bottle
T’ go for a walk with my dog that’ll
Take me, take me to the tiny seas
And the cosmos of infinity
While all the while I strew and throw,
With no intension that I know,
The beauty of an afterglow.