Slowfox Sleepwalk Poem by William Greco

forensic fears out on the potter's field
where fathers lie with no choice
and the ultimate enigma
has formed your white lies
formed your white noise

in the vale of missing tales
life isn't all cakes and ale
there, crystal clear
and cherry pale
I can see the umbrella man
the pallbearer man
in a public showers
standing still, shapeless and wan
his heart in a can

I can smell your perfume
years after you've left
I've been damned by your beauty
blessed with your hate
your faith is unfaithful
I've been crowned too late
by my childish wish
hard to distinguish
I couldn't care less
groping in the shadows
of the underpass