Epiphanies

    Come on now

    No one could be

    More you know what

   We mean

   It had to

  Be

  Come in

  No invitations

  Please

  Take your

  Seats

  Persons and

  Your

 Persona

Need no

Credence

But what

Was the

Need

To Ignore

This

Bermuda

Triangle of

Reason

Where

There

Look

Many thoughts

Lie grounded

There is the

Brilliant Bore

Who took the

Brunt

Poor Thing

Could take the

Bend

And then what

Really happened

To your famous

Resolve

Now the murky

Weather announces

Upheavels

Lost Zillions

Spent bullions

 And the Bird in

Captivity has

Perished

In its cave

Look at

The smoke

Coming out

Of the hillock

Is it the Misty Fountain

Flop

In this inebriated ennui

Any one could

Get the feel

Of

Epiphanies

Triad

     So the smart the visible

     Your designer messiahs

     Of Prosperity hailing

     The rush hour economy

     The Rising Sun Drive

     Where friend are

     We and then

      What happened to

      Those Physiocrats

      Now that them

     Agrarians have taken

    A beating still sniffing

   Death

   Is it the Anthem of

  The Mercantilists

  What are you saying

  Looked like you had the

 Heebeejeebies

 Can it be that

That it was all

 The Grand Plan

 You debunked

 Of course

 The Prosperity Brigade

 Them chasing away

 Your shopping

 Blues and then

 The wretched

 Never knew what

 Hit them after

 Biting the exit

 Pill

 En masse

 Dont cry for

 The Forsaken

 The Undertaker

 Is busy with the

 Arrangements

 Purging every thing

On the way leaving

 No evidence

 And to let

 Half truths get

 The Front Page

  Where were

  The Guilds and

  Your Benefactor

   So to speak

   Go

  Fetch

  Look

  But then

  You have

  Gone Away

  And its  time

  For the onslaught

  Try

  Balancing on the

  Triad

 





  

Winterblown

   The damp air

    Thick and

   Moist

   Cover your

   Eyelids

   While Morns'

    Daughter

    Traipses down

   The dirt track

   Dew droplets

  On wild desert flowers

  Yellow Orange

  White and Violets

  Catch the T morning

 Unnoticed

 As if not to

Ignore but

Wait for some

Warmth from

An early sunshine

Denied by the

Cirrus floss that

Envelop

And the whole

World goes about

Turning tilting

But then

Axis cold as

Razor cracks the

Dawn rays

Now and then

Its  just about

Your Good

Morning so to

Speak

Wherefore

Whither

Will the turn

Of events

Unravel

Look

See

The birds in unison

Acroos through

The clouds

And the Wandering

Minstrel is

Winterblown














 






  

 

Flotsam

    It had to be

    Didnt you know

    The wind carried

    It

    And your Messenger
  
    Boys

   Thought that

    They Got

   It  All

   Whats the

   Fuss

   Where

   Please

   Get out of the

   Coccoon

   Get in

   Into the

   Abbatoir

   Look at

   Them

   Go see the

   Changing rooms

   Look at the

    Graffiti

    Pore over the

    Tomes

    Travel

    Try and

    Know

    There is

    A lot going

    On and you

   Fool

   Never saw it

   Coming with

    Those tilted

   Hats and

   Spiked hairdos

  Really were

  You that

   Hopeless

   The hinterland they

   Say and murmur

  And the grumblings

  Across the landmass

  Every one has

  Is

  Hungry Angry and

  Look out of your

  Con Plans

  Nothing is quite the

  Same

 Hear the

  Dishwater

  Blues

  The Sewrage Symphony

 And you

  Have to

  Not Act

  Let it Be

   Things can

   Look after

   Itself

   Do live out there

   Mingle

   There is A

    Tingle in the

    Air and

    Dont think

    Ever

    There is

    Too much

    And you can

     Only gape at

     The

      Flotsam





 

  

Flotsam

    It had to be

    Didnt you know

    The wind carried

    It

    And your Messenger
    
    Boys

   Thought that

    They Got

   It  All

   Whats the

   Fuss

   Where

   Please

   Get out of the

   Coccoon

   Get in

   Into the

   Abbatoir

   Look at

   Them

   Go see the

   Changing rooms

   Look at the

    Graffiti

    Pore over the

    Tomes

    Travel

    Try and

    Know

    There is

    A lot going

    On and you

   Fool

   Never saw it

   Coming with

    Those tilted

   Hats and

   Spiked hairdos

  Really were

  You that

   Hopeless

   The hinterland they

   Say and murmur

  And the grumblings

  Across the landmass

  Every one has

  Is

  Hungry Angry and

  Look out of your

  Con Plans

  Nothing is quite the

  Same

 Hear the

  Dishwater

  Blues

  The Sewrage Symphony

 And you

  Have to

  Not Act

  Let it Be

   Things can

   Look after

   Itself

   Do live out there

   Mingle

   There is A

    Tingle in the

    Air and

    Dont think

    Ever

    There is

    Too much

    And you can

     Only gape at

     The

      Flotsam





  

  

Predilections

     So is this it

     What about the

     Past

     Where did you

     Start wondering

     About this

    Fixation

    And then

   Why

   You wore a

   Different

   Mask

   Not quite

   Keep this

  Your Facade

  But Yesterday

  Laughs

 Provokes

 Where was that

 Halo

 The Servitude

Of

Clueless

Who thought

You were

It and

Now this

Countenance

Brimming with

Fervour and

Expectations

But the Mirror

Has a different

Take

A big laugh at

This Joke

Forget the

Years

Think of the

Moment

The Breathless

Pinnacle in

Which Life

Has been smiling

Fool

Dont waste

It

Your self has

Deserted

Let it come

Come back

Recover

From this

Fixation

This

Carried Away

Look

Strange are

These

Predilections


  

 

Faultlines

The Mirror Cracks

And salt water lillies

Swim the winter frost

And where is the

Annointment

Taking place

Of the Fairweather

Messiah

Look at that

See

The Unicorn

Come travel

Go rolling

Down the

Skyway My

Unpredicatable

One

Winter fumes

Snarls at the

Unfortunate

Undecided

Forgotten Ones

Nowhere

Somewhere

Anywhere

But does it

Have to

Be so hard

The Ice Water

Mansions of

The Indebted

Break and Form

In sub-zero

Temperatures

While Adventure

Junkies

Get their

Fair share of

Pumped Adreline

Welcome to

The Left Out

Washed Out

Frostbitten

Beings

Eyesores to the

The Nation

Rejects of the

Social Order

That reign in

Spoils of the

Big Party of

Middle Crass

Which way will the

Wind blow or

Will it be the

Great Deluge

And you can get away

In your suba suits

While the teeming

Billions have a

Slugfest celebrating

Apolacypse

And you

Conveniently avoid

Refuse to see the

Faultlines