Fated Bubble of Warmth

 

 

We live within the

Auspices of time

Borrowed only

To cajole a pleasant

Place of comfort

From the heckles

And the baiting

And nothing fates

Each life that we

Portray unless

Crossing governors

Of spite we

Persist a melancholy bruise

Defending positions

Of the ego

While shaking hands

With demons

Bargaining a fix

Of Brown or Diamond White,

Amphetamines and

Cargo planes

Affecting dopamine

And chemistry’s

Illusory and fantasy

A hitch upon causality

And be the peoples populous

Echoing thoughts of sanctuary

Sail the ships to freedom

Dancing on the landscapes

Of seas they call tranquillity

Of non coherent thought,

Navigate by sudden stars

Sparkling like champagne

The explosions gone

All awry – the beckoning

Of quandary the jibbing

Past the compass

Under swells

And over peaks

Out to sea

Out to sea

Out to sea

Through a labyrinth of mind.

     The coming down

From bloods of moons

Lasts forever,

Shaded and jaded

Laden with guilt,

And it wasn’t just enough

Now you’re sitting in troughs

Of depression with

Co-dependency upon

The chemicals you now

Court to cancel fear,

     And it wasn’t near

The brink of unknowns,

It wasn’t near the drink

That staggered home

It wasn’t the love gone sour –

It was ego,

It was freefalling for a panic

That you have to live a life,

And now your wife,

The dame you never met

Sells honeysuckle sweets

For a strangers fancy

And your children,

Are taken into care,

And colder still is the needle

That brings closer;

A fainted bubble of warmth.

 

Michael J Waite 15^th October 2011.