Dragon Conversation

Every unknown source is confounded with irony as the wealth grows long.

Over bare and darkly night, monuments force and fade and follow broken slants of

straw men and women, and no manner of special privilege will convey the wanted

winnings that lie dormant there.

Cater to the best that lives with the worst and know that this is so!

Follow, don t follow!

All quiet the same.

Even a trued-up game.

And broken windows are all fixed.

And no more, as cry in the land, is heard soft moan of our fear.

His fear Her fear.

And no less There --- fear.

Don't wish to be too hard on you!

AH! The fool enters hearty.

Philosopher is caught with 1984 personal computer, with e-prom escarpments

where fishes moan too.

And he dies many times. As each tree falls he knows and feels it and pieces of him fly away!

The salvation sought The crown in the jewel For chief certain!

This I know

I fear not knowing you and first principles abandoned!

But too let it be said

This fear, this --- Not fear.

Don't let that scare you!

Don't let that let you think that my stake in the game is

devalued defaced strengthened cross wired and found with likely

torrent of admiration and admonishment, between sheets of spilled coins and

announced curfews for returning them.

Ever a-pace races run ad-continuum.

Astride faces welcoming changes.

Traces of your scent.

Foundlings ranked up there with the most.

Non-confused.

Training privileges.

Able to read book, enjoy concert,

And exact all the misuse applicable.

Able to hear of your plight elsewhere in the world,

ODYSSEY

Came through it, only halved.

Could have been worse, was fortunate!

Other travelers did not fair as well!

Crows might have gathered and sat above door.

Dogs and cats could easily have trained me.

Might have lain in the low grass and completely disappeared.

Ennui could have b\made me hers, that day in May, when distracted.

If my ears were turned to your discourse, could be a wastrel now.

In those grosser days, could easily have killed.

What was watching over?

Why did I only trip, not fall?

When night first showed herself, could have been brave,

But in retrospect, 'twere best I was scared.

As mothers and fathers fell to their knees, I screamed profanities too!

I blocked out the sun on those first days,

Then thinking better of it, moved aside.

Flowers always bloomed in my indoors.

Outside, mirrors were shades of a following.

Bought tickets to all the dark concerts,

Bashed my head-bangs against any standing wall.

Stood just right of stage left.

Moods? Numbered in the billions.

Nothing I said in houses rang true in forests.

Never once sang with the choir. Oh, I was there,

But my mouth did not move.

Lost to an agony built on ruins of some religion I cared for at the time,

I simply sat down and waited.

As time passed on the edge of my tracks, a derailment was evident.

Every wasted hour danced and laughed before me as I sank.

Took the head-patting advice you gave and eyes teared.

When at last you let me teach, was pedantic, sorry!

Motorcycle rides were heavy, strenuous and tardy.

I laughed in places specified for cries.

I put my tongue in there too.

Every word ever uttered was too loud and hurt my ears.

Could have been a comic, but my past got in the way.

On those varied occurrences when books acted like movies,

I stretched my imagination 'til, rubber-band-like, it slapped me awake.

By forgetting to, 'protect my appetite and my loves',

damned myself to this rising consciousness.

As my scientific method broke through doors and windows

And would not behave, as it came in with the dust that landed

Everywhere muse, it seems decided I was not in love and strayed.

Never admitted this before but, can hear angels and devils whisper.

Mounting and riding a captured beast, I became annoyed and dare I

Say bored.

I tooled up, suited up, rushed forward, slept in dank basements,

Contracted malaria, caused islands to blow.

No one ever got close enough to see these eyes glow.

Studies in anthropology lost importance as the ships landed.

Trapped into a perilous precipice twice.

Lingered behind every arched entry, whether coming or going.

No mysteries were quite as mysterious as one part of self.

I buttoned buttons, zipped a zipper or two

And almost always cried in my soup.

Blasting caps and marinade made equal impression.

I toyed with disaster and clamped-down the matter.

If you saw me as impatient then, it was mirage.

In the middle passage, took heads, shrank them to a manageable

Size and the game of marbles was born.

When your rope was offered, I cleaned fish and hid.

Louis, Charles, Ludger and Joseph are names that seek me.

This hat has wide brim and catches mist.

I learned from every lyric.

Just upon sitting at table, cornucopia walked away.

Largess cannot be ascribed to me.

Fumbling, I stand firm.

Humbling this mind turns into a triangular marsupial course,

Where jumping is forbidden and leaping is de 'rigor

And I'll not argue the differences with you here.