Liberation granted by the morning alarm
Still alive; this body aching with rippling fatigue
October visions, yet I’m safe from obvious harm
Visions dwindling; remnants of horrific intrigue
Seeking out coffee to loosen this slumber
A stretch & chance to deliberately mourn
These dreams encrusted in burnt umber
Sworn to abide by the wisdom of Nat Hawthorn
The terror that befalls us when we’re unaware
Soon free from the slow tolling of the funeral bell
Needful sleep caught us within a nightmare
Unconsciously breaking from a manufactured hell
Visions of dropping acid with William Blake
Dawn is our escape; returning to peace as we wake
A dancing, twirling girl Caught up in the bedglow Free from the concerns A proper lady to surely know Chamber chorus versus Jazz She couldn’t guess where I’d be That’s what kept us apart Improvisational styles she couldn’t see Cocktails in the early afternoon She liked her whiskey neat A traditional, proper beauty But couldn’t meet when it came to the sheets Striking poses within silhouettes Admittedly swooning from my words A wry smile & another sip We sit naked, listening to ‘Trane & Bird
I was planning on being a gentleman
But then she kicked off her heels
The rest of the night was an orgasmic blur
I went and caught a bad case of the feels
Strapped into a mourning gown
That might survive our winter garden
Rebasing all these dreams
This predicament has begun to harden;
I beg your pardon
Slowly peeling off your layers
Caught us in a lightning storm
Feeling excited electricity
Between our adrenalized forms
Standing naked before the darkness
Illuminated only by midnight flashes
Perfection within a moment
Emotion dripping from your eyelashes
Civil disobedience Marching against their sullen grain Public executions of our citizens The ones whom systematically resemble our pain
Exhibitions of our worst character traits The trembling hands with transcribed blood Outside of the panoramic eye Yet all the same, caught in the seismic flood
A taciturn refusal to simply exist Check your feed for what revolutionaries say Bold proclamations & campaign slogans But eventually the media hype fades away
Some other crime or scandal to catch your eye Lights, cameras & we all return to normal instead Forgetting those who can’t whore for Zuckerberg But the people still live with a price on their head
The curtains rose gently
Caught in the morning breeze
An undisputed beauty
My heart soaring above the trees
Our feet sore from the dancing
Closest to perfection I ever saw
All the while her lips were sealed
& she was hiding secrets in her bra
I saw the sparkle in your eyes Knowing you the way I do I hurried to put the girls in bed Desiring quality time with you Losing my shirt on my way Growing excited with only thought Tonight I’m about to be your prey I’m trying to easily get caught