Obelisk: Confusion
That karaoke chaos
My tumble-dryer hell
The fault's with San Andreas
Healer of the well
I tumbled, rolled, cracked and fell...
That desolate disorder
My shambles of a life
My love of Harry Lauder
Wielder of the knife
When Rin-Tin-Tin was rife
That casuistic jumble
My alter-ego's brain
The goalie's fatal fumble
The crowd that cried distain
The cry that called "Refrain!"
That Jesuitic rumpus
My altar-boy's unease
At the wildly spinning compass
Had brought me to my knees
Amid the prelate's fleas
That charismatic
Tallow, my jambalaya dream,
Screaming for marshmallow
And a codpiece full of steam
To make one's privates gleam
That catachrestic clutter
My obelisk unmasked
Was a hammock full of butter
And a question never asked
While our doubts were doubly casked.
That Rocky Horror Picture,
My rolling stone of Scone
A serpentine confection,
A frog without a zone
A witch who's not a crone.
That "altered states" perspective,
My dream that never dies
My moribund directive
A morbid fear of pies
Not hard to analyse
Those Lucy Diamond highs
| Contributors: | Roland, P, Lucretia, TG, KD, Stacy. |
| Poem finished: | 24th March 1997. |