Aberfoyle
These walls enclose infectious inertia
I had sunlight banished years ago
All sirens efficiently beheaded mute
I drag a heavy tail of failures
I hear it behind me as I roam the rooms
My toes discovering cold carpet debris
My breathing mouth catching flying dust
A long worn clown-striped shirt I wear
This kingdom's only inhabitant is the fool
I play my own tricks and get forever tricked
For I am an old liar seasoned by self-mockery
My food a bitter taste acquired,
Some years back. I try to forget
A metastasis of a state of mind
An exuberant somatoform incident
Now,
Dream swarms this space cross
Work sweat humidity replenishes
My pending hope's delays
Guide my ten-strong troop
Yet, aberrant stays all
Fotios, 2001
Member since Friday, December 14, 2001
(10 years, 5 months)
