the dreams were hiding
up down dirty
lessening realms of fine
doctored to let go
cabinet cabarets liquor souls
livered by chance and lost horizons
treble cleft and underlined
sold to massive souls and lies
dealing destruction with letting go
maybe what's gone is numbered
downstream upstream
and lost fools need reminders
left of center and tied for coffee
chance set and prodding for shells
when the decanter broke and centered for free
just before the neutral moon and tent explosion
when the nerf ball flies the centrifuge broke
borrowed on empty with the coffee frigates
nothing but hose working dynamite
lassoing hope with divine retribution
the sticks were happy they were loathing each other
lessons for knack were sadly empty
watching each other in the wasteland prufrock left behind
with the littered accomplice stuck between leathered patches
touching up tunes in a stroke of wine
lather bent and twice as wine
watching the signs go by
fried with a better chance of onions
just before the night time bed fry
countenance loaded sheen for free
only good for bed and two puddings
just before nightfall the beds disappeared
it was only the onions that'd flown away
before the noon bell tolls left trolls to waste
leaving prufrock sadly wasted
junkies laughed to cry through the jewels
fools left their tubs open to see what was left
a peanut butter jar and a left hand fly
shooting for wine in a bandit jar
butterfly loose and fancy free
juggernauts before noon set jams on fire
no allusions just a pregnant pause
the dinner bell rang the food arrived
oodles spent their fancy divine
not enough to prime
but enough for a bedtime outing
shaving between the covers
just left of rhyme and two shadows wry
too much for two shoes to count.
denis streeter 6/29/16
