how many kinds of respite
(shall we call them?)
are there from the natural contagion
of waking hours?
in my opinion,three
Two of which,are sure to please,
and the third,that most certainly will not!
The circles of the mind
dress up in beauty
and do a loop de loop disappearing act
for as long as love or lust wants them to,
from without and instruct us,to travel awhile
through somewhere that is nowhere.
Sometimes to crazy extremes!
Such as performing sexual intercourse
behind the Queens back,while she
rambles on,with her remote from real life speech.
what other kind of respite
is more compulsory or permanent?
in what other kind of respite
do we get boxed or burned,
and our penny wise,pound foolishly evicted from life souls
aimed at heaven or hell?
or,more hopefully at a beautiful kind of somewhere,at least
that we (i.e. dickheads like me) thought would definitely be there,but!
as in life,that anticipation,dear reader,usually turns out to be nothing but,
a load of shite!
suppose best,not to have any