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Swarmed by Swamis
Swarmed by Swamis
My friends gathered into a sepia photograph
Like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel
Wearing suspenders and dressed for the night
My partner from another life Ted
Met me in a room full of tears
Where memories stalked my lonely hours
Our feet glided across the carpet
While I carried a book to spark conversation
With the spaces between us growing
His sibling Sonny opened the door to brotherhood
With me teetering on the brink of monasticism
My buzz carried me through the threshold
Into the birth of a Jazz night in old New Orleans
But the chair of solitude embraced me
In the arms of monkhood
But Thelonious tap danced notes
From a vinyl record giving me the go, go fever
Until a woman next door to my neighborhood of space
Who sat like a cat readying to get down
Sent waves of recognition into my mad heart
My old flirt flame from the civil service job
But she may know of my floundering departure
On the verge of getting a pink slip
But her slip peeking pink
And her boots giving me a boost
To cruise her sunset boulevard of nostalgia
Her glee becomes the smile of an angel
She catches me up to date
on her office capers
How she was summoned
to the department head’s office
Expecting the shine in his shoes to blind her
With the spark of her job sun gone nova
But recruited as digital artist
To paint the lovelies of the office golden
Like nymphs in a field of poppies
And my grail is breathed into life
A lady to wile the hours into plenitude
When swarmed by swamis
My friends gathered into a sepia photograph
Like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel
Wearing suspenders and dressed for the night
My partner from another life Ted
Met me in a room full of tears
Where memories stalked my lonely hours
Our feet glided across the carpet
While I carried a book to spark conversation
With the spaces between us growing
His sibling Sonny opened the door to brotherhood
With me teetering on the brink of monasticism
My buzz carried me through the threshold
Into the birth of a Jazz night in old New Orleans
But the chair of solitude embraced me
In the arms of monkhood
But Thelonious tap danced notes
From a vinyl record giving me the go, go fever
Until a woman next door to my neighborhood of space
Who sat like a cat readying to get down
Sent waves of recognition into my mad heart
My old flirt flame from the civil service job
But she may know of my floundering departure
On the verge of getting a pink slip
But her slip peeking pink
And her boots giving me a boost
To cruise her sunset boulevard of nostalgia
Her glee becomes the smile of an angel
She catches me up to date
on her office capers
How she was summoned
to the department head’s office
Expecting the shine in his shoes to blind her
With the spark of her job sun gone nova
But recruited as digital artist
To paint the lovelies of the office golden
Like nymphs in a field of poppies
And my grail is breathed into life
A lady to wile the hours into plenitude
When swarmed by swamis
Published 28th Dec 2018
| Edited 29th Dec 2018
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11th Jan 2019 4:03am
you give me such an old-timey feel, a throwback, you've tapped into some history streams here. lovely imagery and vibe.
particularly liked the first two lines
"My friends gathered into a sepia photograph
Like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel "
and these
"My buzz carried me through the threshold
Into the birth of a Jazz night in old New Orleans"
particularly liked the first two lines
"My friends gathered into a sepia photograph
Like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel "
and these
"My buzz carried me through the threshold
Into the birth of a Jazz night in old New Orleans"
11th Jan 2019 5:19am
Love how you appreciated the nostalgia here. Indeed many of my dreams take me into the distant past. Often I miss times and places I never lived in. In spite of never having lived in the twenties that age draws me to dream and imagine that era. If time travel is invented that is my destination.
John
John
