Beholder

In the longing, louvered light,
Out of context, out of sight,
Change your gown, move out of town.
Buy yourself another round.

No alternatives, last resort.
Ghetto superlatives, Life is short.
What is this state, where shadows mate?
Unlock truth beyond the gate.

Upturned noses
Dispense love in doses.
A lying bed of roses
Round castles in the sand.

Follow hope like Moses
Wandering the land.
A pocketful of poses
And ashes in your hand.

Please, Miss Tyler, don’t be upset.
Desk clerk dialing cigarette.
Black, white and overcast grey
Empty corridor, Judgement Day.

Upturned noses
Dispense love in doses.

Perhaps a swim in the cement pond
Will ease your mind and woes begone.
Sing a pliant, little song.
Find the place where you belong.

Maybe wrap yourself in gauze.
Take up suffering as your cause.
Haunted corridors you will walk
Shaking doorknobs that are locked.

Upturned noses
At the wake,
Dispense love in doses.
Had all that you can take.

Is this Quentin or maybe Rykers?
A lonely lady or a tiger?


6/27/24
(Zone- S2E6)