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A bathroom should
be conventionally blue,
an icy touch through vapours where
one might also corporeal silver
fish with a mermaid or
so.
A bathroom should be as blue
as the sky & sea without sun
or moon, or day & night, or dawn
Or twilight,
in only water & blue
& silver luminosity of mirror
which bears you clothed & delivers
You naked where
you float with silver
fish & mermaids between frozen sea & cauldron
in vaporous mists of Ariel in a bathroom.
© Robin Ouzman
2002
House of Disconsolate Ghosts
House of disconsolate ghosts
You are not alone in your haunting,
As is the unborn sun so lost.
You
are listening & waiting
For an answer to return. Yet
What is the difference if
To be is death or life.
Death
was too long ago to remember
& to die twice is thrice & more.
You will get used to it.
You will learn to
continue
No matter how disconsolate
From what life had seemed to be
Or the mystery to set you free.
Footsteps on Flagstones
Lead me back in handcuffs,
Dont ever think of setting
me free.
Im just the stuff dreams are made of,
Sweeter for you than for me.
Lead me to the altar,
Chalice of gold,
frankincense & myrrh
& ever eager angels peeping from every door,
Bind me to your minions, chain me to the floor:
Your catatonic tombs, claws of skeleton dread,
the pavement
youd lay on me overhead
to the echoes where your feet must tread,
forgotten in life & unremembered dead.
Another record of deeds in version,
RIP accordingly in
reference to a person.
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