Marching with Redemption Balloons
Like spoons they lie, a front to back,
With weeping sighs, they part in the night
Traitors lamenting, dying all in a stack
Like rats they mate, their hearts enmeshed
Black turbulent waters surround all flight
As in the distance the herring threshed.
The quatrain lovers are all taken aback
By the dismal failing of the light,
And many weeping faces change from white to black
Like geese they flee, facing the South
Heading for what their hearts know is right
Rejoicing the jump from the heart to the mouth!
Like it or not, here I am back
And the palmetto's go marching off to war!
Like shapeless designers all facing the sack
Now super-heterodynes are sleeping in the skin!
Wondering what all this noise is for
And when the restless aardvark will ever pack it in.
Now the satyr has turned into a nymph looking for a job
Some bough or bark on which to gnaw
We all look for the holy hand-grenade to lob
Now the poet lies in comfort on the couch of dreams
And the Skipper chuckles on the Sea of Fate
While we all seek the perfect debate.
The Eternal Lawyer listened to all the bored screams
And conjured with Pieces of Eight
which jumped up and ran right into concious streams
The doctor has missed all the obvious clues
while the Judge searches everywhere for a Bailiff of the Law
And the Great Detective sniffs a range of glues
Contributors: | Stacy, Ed, Anon., The Agent Apsley, Clovis Marca, Guido, TG, Tron, Loaf. |
Poem finished: | 7th June 1998. |