wise
when wise words went a wild wandering
and danger bore its scars
you bruised the years
or am i killed in slandering
in your acquisitions airs
whose songs do not their gain deny
impertinent their crisis
and are driven new their traumas knew
that i was free as air to come and go
as wise words went a wild soldiering
and on a mattress wrought with silken thread
whose tales of cruor carmine on the textile
blanched to hide its crime
denote a chi
a cross where bodies wept
and hair was woven grey with cloud
and decieit was woven grey with hair
and murder woven in between the bolts and ribs
that form the cage of man
with grey snap blade tongues that sharpness poisoned
and revulsion paterned to a nasty venom point
that drove my love away in shrieking discords
so were you just posession for posessions sake
a trophy somewhat atrophied
or were you just blind sex
that thrust of man against his pride
or a true dream laden land in far off carmen evening skies
the sigh from kiss to kiss of long ago
passion long heavy dimmed
i dont know now but i am thinking
never blind oneself with a song
never promise that a note will linger on forever
however beautifully sung
for tunes grow in their own mysterious devious ways
and harmonies that once fuged like bark around a solid ash
now burn as ashes to loves citation
and the glories of its span now shade
the termites of the nether world
and notes may pall in usage
or drift detuned to disputed temperament
strange as sitars
never a many tune sounded great forever
as many an epithet faded before the stone
as many a sage word sounds jarring to our younger ears
many an owl sang half a world
its mate a following