Seen [poem]
Delicate jadedly gentle I whispered through the reeds
pointedly gathered in your flaccid-fading fulcrum.
I grasped the sprightly flower of your soul’s
fast unblooming fullness in a dream
of neverending treasure
while pleasurepain’s
reverie overstays
its unwelcome
& rendering
seldomly
seen
randomly
flandering
fumblesome
subplutonic haze
with drive-crazy rain’s
manic made-to-measure
harrowing lack of self-esteem
you brace your self in pigeonholes
while harbouring thoughts of kingdom come.
Hopelessly hazyhelpless I hide me in your leaves
© 2011, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 