Hekyl and Jyde

Dr Hekyll was a strange old sort
dabbled in physics and reform of tort
took things serious as a heart attack
never smiled much hardly ever a crack

he worked every day from dawn to dusk
research from rhino horn to sweet corn husk
when he sipped on his brew stumbling in a haze
colors flashing everywhere fell into a daze

his hair bouffant and his collar flipped
behind the wheel of his corvette he slipped
checking his pretty face in the rear view mirror
Yes he was cool Mr Jyde couldn't get any clearer

down to the nite clubs he would saunter in
order himself a tall boy of tonic and gin
the ladies would flock all seeking his attention
checking his supply of disaster prevention

by two a.m. his reserves running thin
time to get back to his laboratory again
before his hair and good looks disappeared
they would all get a look at his scraggly beard  

as the sun arose he staggered to his feet
dressed in his fancy suit Italian shoes on his feet
rubbed his eyes and in the mirror he winked
threw himself a kiss and never even blinked

yes he was a contrast of demeanor and style
his somber face covering up his smile
back to his dreary life of barely alive
he was Dr. Hekyll and Mr. Jyde

Gomer LePoet....

I have been in an almost sleep all day,
Perpetual semi-twilight.
Each time I surfaced
I popped another pill (on an empty, aching stomach)
And returned to not quite dreams
It was almost fun.

The moment when the little pill kicks in
Is all the relief you've ever felt.
Pain, the master of your world
Recedes
And febrile fantasies erupt
Spilling from your head, to your bed.

I don't think I want to get well.
I thought the most fantastic poem,
But I couldn't break the surface
For long enough to capture it.
It eludes me now, while lucid,
But the pain is creeping back...
So, time for a little white saviour,
Perhaps I will rediscover
My lost masterpiece.,
Buried in the desert of disease.

Thinking when I'm not speaking
Dreaming when I'm not sleeping
Holding my tongue
But internally i'm screaming

Its a wonder all these things that I'm feeling
Don't make me force my own bleeding
Or stop me from breathing

It seems they live within my skin
Internalized karma killers
They say the good die young
Well the old are our pillars

So where does that leave us?
Snorting coke of the same mantle
From which we worship Jesus

Castles made of sand
Are the realty of the land
In between the paint and plaster
Huddle humorless laughter castors

And in between the organic plastic
Is where my hope lies
So long as they stay focused
Keep their mind clear and open

But who knows when
Change will come about
Like a siren to the deaf
It's silent when it shouts

The thoughtless opinion population
Sleep in the mire they were raised in
Like cave men
Not daring to walk the paths less taken

soon I shall be horizontal
as my bed beckons me

I remember the shadow
that followed my sorrow
It promised me happiness
I only smiled

I remember the tears
that fell like rain
how your lies would
fill the seams

I remember when I loved you
But then it started to fade
I could hardly remember
The remnants of my dream