Jester Poem by Sarah Loeb

Gasping through patchouli must

Tarnished lines began to rust

I awoke in dizzy haze

Drowning in your sugared glaze



Mexi-dust persuading red

Raped by patience arrest in bed

Percocet sleep, not too much to dread

Buzzing in my dreams, laughing wisdom dropp ahead



The Jester is the wise man

I heard you calling, 'come by here'

Well it sounds like a whisper

Yes, it sounds like a whisper



Asprin gumming neighborly love

Kind to disaster of late nights above

Sweeping sound put thought to rhyme

Slapped by lust in four-four time



Sleepy Eyes and tapping feet

You make me want it Maple Sweet

Sleep Eyes, MY tapping feet

You make me want it Maple Sweet



The Jester is the wise man

You called for Revolution

Well it sounds like a whisper

Yes, it sounds like a whisper