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Soliloquy for Strings


   Or'phistic ruts carved in overlain mud.  
   This is how my love learns to love.
 
   Chide me sweetly in the sanitarium,  
O Punchinello Thee
   In whose canopy of Autumnal daydream
   and netherworld nightscapes
    I do swoon to airless blue,  
      and blush
A timeless stream of blushing  
 
For you
for you.
 
   Opal, you know, is the color of my cracked tongue
   bent backwards upon itself
   to taste the airs  
   of antique song,  
   For want of an elegant phrase  
   Or anysuch turn thereof.
 
Say it anyway,  
 
Love come from a time gone by  
to blow us clean away and by and by.  
 
   Shall we dance instead, Oh Dearest,
   in the vines of circumstance,
 or swing to the defiance,  
delightfully on hemp-ropes of repose
   suspended from hanging gardens  
            of glass romance
 
Un-til the lights of love again do bless
 and shine and whirl
beauty high  
in the ever-fine sky?
 
   Hither thee Dearest and do sigh  
   In-to the mic, alright,  
   Piping from Olympus on high and out  
  over land and sea  
'Til impatient eyes see it true and through  
 
   Shall we fandango here in the rains  
of forever ?
  Shall we sail along the green and silver  
bands of the bent lifestream  
  here in starlight and  
      silent splendor ?
 
   Illuminate in the anguish O improper Angels you,  
Apropos to each twisted angle of the heart  
adrift atop thee flood o' foolishness besides
   her wandering mind and mine
   within the blue Lethe deep,  
   - though mostly without. O You,
 
 Batty Pierrot with eyes brimful wide,  
shall we seesaw in seasong of vampiric night?  
 Shall we pantomime the Decadentismo? say,
 shall we delightfully & everso  
            queer thee preposterity of it all?
 
      Rise in reprise; always up to pull away
from the masque that wears a thousand mournful faces  
      down between the cracks in mirrored mine  
- and up from the fathomless front
            where ice puts kiss to fire  
to make not water but arsenic  
which pours from you while I drink,
      with only modest pangs,  
            I drink it every droplet.
 
 
 
 
Written by Caliban_Dregs (Cal)
Published | Edited 16th Feb 2013
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