27 May, 2013

of daybreak and other lies

Let us chase the false dawn then
Until we stumble upon the true
Of daybreak and other lies
Until the darkness claims its due.

Like a bespectacled Bohemian Rhapsody
Shop-soiled snatches at a half-paid commodity
Or those deflowered Queen Janes, approximately
My dusk-time devotions in ceaseless parody.

Daubing those evenings in stolen paint
And borrowed lines from long ago
Fleeting glimpses on swift dezires
And hurried chai-breaks on the go.

That urge still to make shrines of bygones,
Straining for the echoes of voices now still;
The tasteless dregs of scattered letters
And pencil stubs on a littered window-sill.

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