Souls Of Absent Lovers Poem by Kevin Patrick

Me and Emily Dickens
went to see the Ramones
Perform in Hyde Park
At central Red Square
They exploded with gusto
To one hundred thousand
Commemorating the Queens
Second nuptials to Dracula
The speakers were bending
Under Blitzkrieg excitement
As Joey was kicking his
Dionysian posture
While Johnny commanded
Three chords of transcendence
Attuned through acoustics
Stratocaster precision

Meanwhile Godzilla was nearby
Vacationing from Tokyo
Engaged in a recipes
Blowing off Marks and Spenser's
And getting softly addicted
To Fahrenheit head banging
Sadly melting Nelsons column
When she sung 'Judy's a punk Rocker'
During a small intermission
Came Groucho and Harpo
Performing some improve
Regarding corporate magicians
while Chico was handing
Locusts Flowers with bowties
Discolored in aqua
Sneezed souped salutations


Then we saw Fu Manchu
on the run from Sherlock Holmes
After he hypnotized Houdini
To steal the gold of El Dorado
But the three musketeers'
Where standing on patrol
And they caught the little fiend
With the help of Bruce Lee
While a blue haired Godiva
Was riding a pennywhistle bicycle
With a merman in a basket
Fished out from the Thames
Then she stepped off the bike
And picked up some earth
Saying 'let this be the seed'
We sow our love for this earth '


Our hearts were in cloud nine
Under the swing of the grove
As I looked over to Emily
My enchanted Mademoiselle
Falling into the rhythm
Swinging under possession
In beating denim jacket
With loose auburn hair
Suddenly she turned
Eye's glowing brown halos
With full rustic mystique
Freckles decked lilac cheeks
We were two puzzle pieces
Finding connection in each other
And in one full swing
We became souls of absent lovers