Steampunk - The Barrister's Clock.

Gears Turning In My Machine Head
 
I Scribe At My Metal Pedestal ,  
 
Feeling Verneish , Dreaming Of Bloaters
 
Over The Horizon , And Wired With Thoughts
 
And A Heart Ticking Out The Beats Of Some
 
Victorian Cabaret , My Longcoat and Top Hat  
 
Hung On My Octopi Stand By My Side , My  
 
Green Goggles Ready For The Sunlight Yet To Come ,  
 
Absinthe Warming Me , Stirring My Memories Of My
 
Ten Thousand League Journey Undertaken In My Youth ,  
 
My Corseted Maiden In Her Lace And Leather , Frilled
 
And Ready To Frolic , With Parasol And Purse , And  
 
Her Derringer Strapped To Her Leg , Pearl Handled ;
 
 
 
My Internal Analytical Engine Processing Data ,  
 
Determined Not To Do It With A Lick And A Promise ,  
 
Nor To Beat Some Devil Around A Stump , Nor Be
 
Stumped Or Balled Up , Like Some Bloody , Blasted
 
Bosh Head , Some Poetic Bunko Artist , Weaving  
 
Words By Hook Or Crook , Some Verbal Chiseler ;
 
 
 
Those Are Ones I Shall Nail For A Crooked Cross ;
 
 
Some Have Called Me A Curly Wolf For The Words
 
Dripping Off My Fangs , Yet I Cut A Swell Through  
 
The Crowds , Deadbeats Filling Dark And Dim Lit
 
Alleyways , Dippers Awaiting In Markets , Or The
 
Dragsmen , Who See My Carriage As Their Bank ,
 
Or The Duffers With Their Ducketts Ready If A Copper
 
Or Escop Inquires As To Their Status ;
 
 
 
I Recollect Passing By Doors , Ornate , Behind Which
 
Family People Practiced Their Dark Eugenic Sciences ,  
 
Brushing By The Soot Covered Chimney Sweeps ,  
 
Getting A Wiggle On , Before They Got Their Back Up
 
For Bumping Them On Some Narrow Cobblestoned Street ,  
 
And Thus Being Gone Up The Flume , Before I Knew It ;
 
 
 
And When I Stumbled Home , Witless , Gothhoven Ravens  
 
Watching Me From Gables And Cornice Precipices , Half
 
A Seas Over , Past The Haymarket Hectors Hawking Their  
 
Wanton Wares , Mumbling Under My Breath , Carefully ,
 
For Them To Hobble Their Lips , So As Not To Get Hit With
 
Some Hidden Holywater Sprinkler , On Some Hot As A  
 
Whorehouse On Some Nickel Night , Though My Irons  
 
At My Side Gave Me Some Confidence , Against The Jollies  
 
Jamming The Streets Ahead , My Kingsman To My Nose  
 
Against The Stench , Ladybirds Lining Doorways Lascivious
 
Offering Decadent And Devious Delights , My Lamps Tired  
 
From A Long Day , Wanting My Nethers So Well Earned ,
 
Yet , Played Out , I Stumbled , Yet Still Of The First Water ,
 
Before Puckering , My Reader In The Inside Pocket Of My Vest ,
 
Past Rollers And Brigands , Looking For Someone To Ride The  
 
River With If I Needed Them , One Sound On The Goose , Until
 
I Finally Got To My Toffken , And Putting My Twirl In The Keyhole
 
Made It To My Bed , And Dreamed Of Winged Faerie , And Pan  
 
Dancing In The Fields , Pipe Dreams Pouring Through The Night ;
 
 
 
Ah , Yes , I Recollect Those Days And Nights Well , And As I Throw
 
Up The Sponge On This Memoir , This Manuscript This Poem To My  
 
Perils And Joys , I Shall Not Be Nailed To The Counter , As I Sign My  
 
Monniker And Mauley !

He Checked His Chronometer On His Way To Her  
   
His Jammie Jammie Of All The Jammies ,    
   
Singing His Gothic Hymns Loaded On Opium    
   
Scented With Labdunum ,    
   
Like Some Thoroughbred , Ready To Make A Mash ,    
   
Fawney In Garret , Not Ready For Any Game    
   
Of Get The Mitten , Yet Just The Same , Ready , Steady    
   
To Be Hammered For Life , Strife Be Damned ,    
   
He Was Ready To Be Held A Candle To Any Other ,    
   
Who Wanted Her , And To Knock Galley West To Any    
   
Who Challenged His Right , He Had His Lay , As He    
   
Was An Expert In The Victorian Art Of Making Love ,    
   
Or Courting A Lady Of Elegance , Diving For Pearls    
   
A Specialty , In Tongue Twisting Fealty Before  He    
   
Invaded Her Nancy , Buggering Her Until She Cried    
   
His Name , His Monniker , He Was The Captain Of    
   
His Nemmo , Claiming Devotion To His Nebuchadnezzar ,    
   
Until She Saw The Stars In The Aether Of Worlds , She    
   
Was No Nickey Lass , And Knew He Was Not On The Shoot    
   
Or One To Pass The Buck , He Was Of High Water ,    
   
And Did Not Just Play To Some Gallery , To Plunder Her Pogue ,    
   
Like A Pox On Her Innards , She Never Had To Tell Him    
   
To Pull In His Horns , Or Desist From Some Dastardly Behavior ,    
   
Nor Was He A Racketeer Of Her Emotions , Yet He Reamed    
   
Her Well In Ruffles , Her Petticoats Hoisted And Gathered    
   
At Her Waist And Corset Ripped And Rended , After Giving Her    
   
St. Peters Needle With His Cat 'O Nine Tails , And Buggy Whip    
   
His Cane , Or Switch , As He Knew She Had An Itch For Pain    
   
And He Was A Screwsman Well Versed In Picking Her Locket    
   
And If He Delayed In His Task She Told Him To Give Up The Gun    
   
Or Get On With It , Or Skedaddle Because He Was Shooting    
   
His Mouth Off , Just Another On The Randy For Her Love ,    
   
Some Sex Sharp Or Shavetail , Some Shirkster In The Art    
   
Of Love Or Romance , Not One To Stand The Gaff Of Her Teasing ,    
   
Or Take French Leave After Addressing Her Rear View In Her Mirror ,    
   
So Toffed , As He Ever Was , He Took Her To The Cabaret ,    
   
To Beat The Dutch , Then To The Circus At The End Of The World ,    
   
And Woke Up , Next To Her , Her Long Hair Splayed Across Her    
   
Weeping Willow , After He Told Her To Wind Up And He Took Her Home !    
   
   
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Fresh/Brine
Clouds/Fog
Snow/Ice
In all its forms
Water is life’s blessing

But exclusive to humanity
Is water in the form of steam
Without steam
Humans would not exist
In the numbers they do presently

Steam
Powers machines
Disinfects and cleans

Steam
Makes the inedible edible
Preserving food hermetically

Steam
Produces electricity
Today, as it did, yesterday

Coal, oil, and gas
And nuclear materials
Are all just fuels
Used to make steam
That powers generators

Till we find a better solution
We will use this catalyst
Of the industrial revolution

Till then let steam
Power our nation
And inspire
A steampunk generation