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unconscious views - a sestina
elaboration into the sestina form of the chain Than-Bauk poem of the same name
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were I to slumber deep like death reaping dreams
seeped in the blackness of madness' folly
Dead Sea views atop sailor's masts, leeward I fall
downward, towards avant-garde rhymes
or the promise of a churchyard frenzied charred after-life
lust sold for coins needing loins basking in pleasure

were I to seek that mystical starry pleasure
joined intimately with red rotting which gathers dreams
bringing decomposition to somber images mirroring life
though nightmarish, piously recreated through my folly
with sad jolly madhouse and gladly tided rhymes
into the restless tireless oblivion where I never truly fall

were I conscious yet, into the ghastly mistake I would fall
mixed silly lust with marital pleasure
marred hereafter, for the loving wife kept sharp knives, unrhyming
with the strife, ripe for gore, death is no stark dream,
just a trance… must not think of future folly
trust not in lust sold for coins, even lacking a full life

were I to sleep in morbidity for an entire life
death's abductor, on my silent veins he would fall
shooting morphine, to calm those dire screams, wake this folly
let me retain just the memory of pleasure
let me remain a simple beggar of dreams
beams of darkness, lunacy's brightness calls for rhyme

were I to wake, the silent whirring of the wind's purring rhyme
would remind me of the desolate funeral march of my life
a foreboding lackluster quality scathing my dreams
during these frigid windy nights of november's fall
where I no longer find the grinning pleasure
bathed in the wakefulness after this folly

were I to tumble from the bleakness of my nighttime folly
and willingly forget my hectic poetic rhyme
hallucination would be my macabre pleasure
a wild addition to the rambling of life
oh, to stumble and, bloody, to fall
into the realms of dark brooding dreams

life is the gift of escaping images where I fall
dream-like, into sensations of lust, the violence of folly
rhyming nights with unlighted disaster and the blight called pleasure



         unconscious views - a sestina
         23 november, 2006
         [2006.25.11...c]
© Copyright 2006 alfred booth, wanbli ska (UN: troubadour at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
alfred booth, wanbli ska has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
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