Matt Western Poems

The wavering, windy winglets of the wisteria
Loosely hang amidst the walled interior

Savouring delightful treats with
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Choruses and carrousels filled with gleaming
Heavenly picturesque scenes of dreaming
Rising stars, glittery paths, pilgrims revealing
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Age of neo-archaic anarchy, it seems
Obscene virtues of anonymous outfits
Hungry with their appetite for schemes
And their eyes glaring at the prize of profit
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Saturn sulked yesterday and put a halt
Grounded like a heavy lightning bolt

An unsightly quarrel revolts in my mind
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Luring for an odyssey with you again
Frozen like dew drops on a sycamore leaf
Are the many myriads of memories we attained
Rudimentary those inklings so brief
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To the bureaucrats of this world, tackle the fact that
You don’t know how to act when forming a pact

Moulded and folded like actors or slaves
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Fanfares riding the air in a flourishing serenade
Regressive stares of artisans who come in pairs
All lined up straddling the boulevard with no care
Unable to observe their voluptuous escapade
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Here we are by the riverside
Peering onto the onlookers passing by

The apple bites as cider is sipped
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I tend to overindulge too much
Foiled by the cost of shouldering bad luck

Like soldering locks
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The folly of youth
Full of jolly times too
Nursery rhymes, puzzles and signs
Speak of the truth sublime
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