Peering into appearing shadows shrouded in steam
so sagacious it seems my iris belies this scene
replied to this being, asking for guidance- I preened
myself clean- shaking off mud I leaned closer- a sheen
conflicted my sight with what lies ahead after demise
Then
casket & lies- from relatives & wives- personal guides
with personal agendas noted in the best ink & mentions
of me as a friend, father and family man mean pretentions
lessen their pain or is the material gain gained by slain
individuals leaving false wills to weak willed lawyers a pain
when alive- when dead a mockery mocking so astute
At concocting tributes- “a pied piper for kids who’d loot
my sadness & replace it with happiness” my wife blocking
mental images of fissions of flesh, bleeding vision of death
Forcing her to less positions then coercing her in meth
peerless in my conquest of abominating the wedlock tension
I died and left possessions to a lesser with no moral lessons
Then he changed to mend
Sitting in a smoke filled room
mirrors on the walls, a drifting gloom
chaperoned by champagne my cohorts
standing in the cool air of the wind for
they bought me bad news- my soldier
gone- he checked out of older Babylon
Then another comes
colder clouds- bolder with lighting- a song
once again erupted into a dance
as returned another man in trance
glancing past everglades walking he evades
unknown roots but tires & calls it a day
asks the doorman to take his luggage away
as he strays & stays his blinding cornea
missing the signs of 666 Hotel California