Dizzy Darling

Cavalcade Fresco - Poem by Dizzy Darling

member when oy found you my dear fawn?
Rmember those cruel months fed to ages;
how we danced those months eyeless.
How we fell when we were shy.
Reserved out on the eyebrow of the forest,
your laughter on the tattered gazebo floor,
par karma, the drooling grapes of wonderlust,
of mystery bred from purpose?

Remmber when the band would play on and on, just for us,
and when we couldnt get free from the brambles of boredom,
how we would watch the log trucks pass, smelling their oil and saw dust?
We drempt of our escape under those intervals by the melodies of sweet beat woodsman and wolfdogs...

four hear me, three, and you, two, for one, we should have begun off the shore.

starved of your laughter oy would droop from clumsy barstool knees to faceless floors and arcane tarpit desperation

Hugo make me a boy so we can escape as brothers.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 12, 2011

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