Tuesday 29 April 2008
War Cry
I have left you for aeons
I have left you for the comfort of love
I have left you for a three-year guarantee of happiness
I have left you
I will try to get you back
by the river bend bursting with melati fronds.
I will get you back
before the boatman calls.
I will get you
There will be no grievance from me
No old socks soaked with dew
No staring at the clear moon
No more crystal curtains
No
Not from me
This time I mean it
Yes, sirree.
I will not let death's dream kingdom
get me in my sleep.
I will not let it get me
on the prow of my black ship.
Not I
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what's better to do in a war than kill the general with the soft hands of pale faced geisha?
ReplyDeleteyou went to sail the sea
feel the tough love of master storm
let raindrops caress your cheeks
and wind strokes your hair
you left for the stranger whose picture you have
delivered to your lap by mr postman
in sickness and in health
to myself only i will succumb
my viking lord to you i bestow
all of me for i am the slave of my flesh
but master of my soul
the war has been going on forever
i never tend to have it ended
it keeps me awake on sleepless nights
wearily forcing my brain to create strategies
tactics under ridiculous names
operation of jelly bean mambo jumbo
candy house fishing walrus carpenter and oysters
deflowering mermaids in red chamber
with flowery halo above your weary pretty head
to every adventure i will reply
i'm on