Today’s poem:

Day’s jest begun- rushed fester – in their cruel waves, the wierdo parade-

Laughing, but who cares?

I just want to start a fire

The fields chief flower

Shakespeare said aloud

I plucked you from the crowd, I thought

I laugh at myself, all in good jest

But on my bed reading Prometheus Bound

Holding Venus’ hand

It’s all spinning round, your web,

Driving god’s mad, around inside  my reading head

Then structure, I wonder aloud, how I found you in flame

Our Fathers, and their lessons

I couldn’t care about them

You in your uniform, goddess burning

And in visions of you, the world an apparition, I see you there

In form

Burst to flame

And you written, not to fade

But to stay perfect, like that, remain

Not a single word,

On the sands of time, to kiss