Once Upon a Time   (5 Acts)

 
 
Scene I  (Non-Lilliputian)

I lolled, entranced
in optimism of Once
aslant to its past-perfect
oblivion, non-lilliputian  
confessional
Upon telling
all stories told of
miracles and yolk-yellow
ribbons of hope
looping the silver string
to its lining
tied  
truly, sincerely
of one true love
shaking the perfectly
spherical globe of confetti
circumnavigating  
past mid-Point and  
its unwavering equilibrium.
 
 
Scene II (Timing)
 
Tell me about time
and measure of absence in its silence  
after the atomic chaos of youth
as you were…
Once submerged in history of us
inhumed with chasm of  
 
Timing is everything
 
in a world  
where no one watches clocks  
and watches have become  
victims in  
Obsolescent of Time
 
 
Scene III  (The Point)
 
It was an ordinary day  
like any other day  
midday sun bright and warm
casting its rays  
cascaded like chiffon  
on swimming pool  
flirting with floating  
copper’d leaves gathered
whispering  
neighborhood’s gossip
 
I walked home from school
hauling heavy load of  
burdened future
dropping at threshold
where my father sat, staring  
across calm waters
lost in thought of  
unmeasured distance  
spellbound and transfixed  
beyond  
the length my eyelashes
 
“Dad, what are you thinking” I asked.
Eagerly curious.
 
My voice broke the spell
he smiled beaming, enlightened.
“I was pondering half of a thousand.”
 
“It’s…500.” I answered,  
suspiciously amused at the  
precariousness of predisposition.
 
“IS THAT ALL?!” He exclaimed
with excitement of a child
suddenly discovering truth in  
all matters.
 
Twenty years passed
Twenty scars and twenty crossroads later
I remembered the moment with my father
timing perception with wisdom of ages
the heavy load of point in pointlessness
and knowing the answer
in all things that matter.
 
 
Scene IV  (The Brine)
 
The apartment disheveled
topsy-turvy-upside-down
clothes, rags, threads
twisted and knotted
of sepia toned memories
bulging from boxes
doors and windows
stuffing muffing
stupefied in void
sloughing my knuckles
from olivine to oblivion
settling on the Mondial
bereavement of pain.
 
“Where are my clothes?’ She asked.
Coming out of her bedroom  
groping at the peeled walls
bewildered and startled  
at the atrocity  
stepping on shredded
pieces of herself
 
I gave it all away,
my heart plummeting
in the deep end of the ocean
 
I woke up, weeping  
licking the salt in tears
Once Upon A Time
in my dream.
 
 
Scene V  (Heaven is a long way from home)
 
Some fruits
wrinkle and shrivel
 
while others
rot to the core
 
in variables of death.