Fantasies' Favours And Flavours Poem by John Sensele

Feel the pulse of the spouse in a house
You thought you knew
Until your mouth turned into the louse
You became as fantasies ate you up anew.

Guilt on stilts divorced
Sombre sentiments in the mind
Imbued with dark thoughts you sourced
From reveries that in your house drove you blind.

To the hilt you moved the feet
Grown sore as you bore boredom
With disdain in pain to treat
Fantasies frivolously in your kingdom.

Don hats of cats and bats
When fantasies syncopate
In the mind that rains dogs and cats
As bonkers you go within your paltry pate.

Ashamed you feel to entertain fantasies
In hidden heavens where you expiate
Dreams society condemns as their ecstasies
Guilt of wit fantasies you ingratiate.

You walk with your head down
Wandering in circles as fantasies heckle
The shame you blame on your town
Where echoes of injustice inhabit an invincible spectacle.

Douse doubt and booze carouse
When fantasies take over
Realms of possibilities in the blouse
You decide insinuates insensitivity in a courier clover.

When sleep sets you free
You feel aghast you dreamt
Fantasies at you laughed with glee
As you felt no values lived in lampoon lessons learnt.

Why you dare ask fantasies hunt your brain
Inside the house you determine to vacate
When fantasies in your mind strain
The daylight you no longer placate.

Gasp in terror and horror
When sheets on your bed breathe fire and fury as the dead
In droves unleash an odious odour
That shakes floundering foundations in your homestead.