Archive for March 27, 2015

An Old Hermit’s Song

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 27, 2015 by dc

Pleasure to him
Is a trouble dressed up
With nowhere to go,

An unexpected
Dance of disturbance

In a world where the dead
Have lost most of their meaning,

And the living
Are tickling fools.

The wrinkled idiot
In the corner of his brain

Reckons we are dealing with
The power of tormented scorpions,

A biblical mirage gone wrong.

I like to think he’s just restless,

A changeless whisper
Returning to life
As soon as panic sets in,

A turbulent thinker,

An old hermit’s song.