Jeannie
is off to the bus
Jeannie
waltzes to the bus
Ooh what a drag
the conductor says
Jeannie
the bus is full
Jeannie
has a heartbreak
it was
all for nothing
the perfume
the high heels
and
the walk on air

I drink to you perfect stranger
You who ignored the danger
I drink to you son of another
You who took time to bother
About hapless misfits like me
Clueless sods that still believed
In the fictional good of humanity
In your moment of supreme grace
You freed me from my scepticism
So we became joined at the heart
And sealed our fates in perpetuity
For to have a mission is to perish
And be interred in some parish
A sentimental plaque the epitaph
To the vanquished dead and gone
By the ungrateful living here now

love walked past my gate
and all i had was this hate
frying my insides fiendishly
in a wish spiced with bile
at a sad banquet craving madly
for unending serenity and glee
when love strolled past again
someone else was by her side
and i was forever the chameleon
in fast-changing shades of green
felled by bouts of unabated longing
and whipped into submission by my loss
so i reaped the famished fruit of my cross

I’m full of loud buzz
I’m a fizzy in a glass
I’ve got true class
to crown my suavity
I boast shining amity
in the seething cauldron
of a churning world
that our forbearers
would swear  always
was tossing and turning
and writhing and sighing
as equilibrium dissipated
at a time not anticipated
a time to lie down and cry
for the gory scenes in the world

i speak of
rampant confusion
that's not
rabid profusion
i speak of
sapping exhaustion
that's not
of debilitation
i speak of
manic depression
that's from
naked manipulation
i speak of
senseless obsession
that's from
candid illusion
and i speak of
fictional annointing
born of
endless seizure and seeking
i speak of
unadulterated reeking
grown out of
staggering imbibing
after stunning rejection
and numbing oblivion
i speak of
endless yearning
endless seeking
endless delusion
endless exclusion
thwarted efforts
dead dreams
and misguided hope
i speak of
...

the haloed sun above winked like a sage
and its searing smile stirred coy memories
that sailed the blue sky like feathery petals
cascading like a shower of floating fancies

and in a shallow pond above the rapids
where the waters gurgled and roared
their call for blessings at the mystic waterfall
the kingfisher was soon to be with the grateful dead

the couple engrossed in the snares of scented life
gazed up at the sky in search of the evening star
that twinkling would witness a girl taken to wife
in the misty coolness of a spray of charmed wishes

the timid bride with latent fire in her heart and limbs
had a wet kimono wrapped around her treasures mild
she prayed that if she be preyed upon it had to be wild
and abandoned; consuming even as the sun danced its exit

a snaky trickle of golden warmth poured down like honey
coursed through the articulate body to coagulate inside her cup
and she became paralyzed with the joy and wonder of creation
enacted once again in this moment of pleasurable stillness

and the first of her petals was well on its way to necessary ejection
and a soft landing in the hearts of those who wait for signs

i'm going to tell it like it is
you're a despicable little imp
telling me to chill and mellow
when i should bloom and fly
but i now know better than cry
and i won't wilt because you're sly
it's time for me to branch out without you