Be Gone Thine Crystaline Indoctrination

 

 

     Tonight, I am in a shambles,

I am distraught and amputated,

   I am beyond a noose or afterlife,

beyond the crossroads where any

expresses the pale.

 

     Today, before the wind kept

insisting the asylum is still our keenest

   observation,

       I trusted a velo court

relationship with a stuttering wheeze,

   an excusing pain of body

      and a laze to draw it from the kitchen.

 

     But an imperative told me,

‘if you stop, you’ll die!’

 

     My journey took a knowing turn,

an eye on candy valley,

   an escorted plea for freedom -

and a silence never found within the

four walls of a shoebox that is my home.

 

     My rhythm took an hour and then,

           again upon the tarmac, a corpse of lore in beauty.

 

     How old these tired limbs can be but,

new strength is always found to place a bird

upon the green and leave the concrete far away.

 

        ‘today, my rage gives way to tears as night rests upon our blasphemy.’

 

     The fleck of bird and immaturity,

a kindred like my own and never now full grown,

   I am stroking the plume while searching for the green,

      then rage abandons mine own courage to a dwelling of despair.

 

     A band of green sits two feet beyond the left of road,

then a barbed wire fence of skill,

   then there upon the right side - a four foot band of green,

then there a skill of barbed wire fence, again,

       where do I lay to rest, our bird that never asks for much;-

          when a clipped macaw in cage seems more a natural way -

              than this bird now between a barbed wire fence of man's

                   creative ingenuity?

 

       So near a valley of freedom just like my own interpretation,

                 where again I could say upon our feathered friends,

                             Comme c’est avec toi, c’est avec moi!

 

Michael J Waite 27th October 2023 Happy Birthday Brother