Invisible Sandwiches - The Tiresome Beginnings
She found the smoothest stone,
Tweeting betwixt the astrolabe
And the broken telephone
It lay beneath her tongue
Just below the rung,
Where her song remains unsung.
Saliva ebbed and flowed
While the stone composed an ode
On reason's rutted road
Her tongue began to wear,
The rung began to tear
A counsel of despair
Her head began to weary
She appeared incredibly dreary!
Youth's lamp dimly lit, revealed a faded view
She licked her waxen hair
And faded from the air
In postures rank and rare
Invisible, she waits
behind Roland's unseen gate,
Where reason remonstrates
Illicit love doth fade
and vanishes thereto,
Relentless renegade
Illicit hate doth show,
A hate more foul than fair
A dismal dynamo
She found the smoothest stone,
Worn still shinier yet
She held it to her bossom,
Its milky tones compelled
To tell her sordid tale,
The vagrant nightingale
She touched it to her tongue,
Its acrid memory loud
The fragrant morning bell.
reminding that illicit love
Smites nightingale and dove
Important tastes will tell,
As this stone unfolds it's wing
discovers flight of fantasy an exciting thing
The ending of this tale.
| Contributors: | Stacy, Anon., P, Roland, TG, Lucretia, Kent, KD, Bop, SAA, stacy, Kent Alexander, Stacy ALexander, B Knight, soft`rain. |
| Poem finished: | 19th February 1997. |