Rooster in the Sun

Music mixes personally designed;

To antagonize and remind,

Of poets long since dead and gone,

Playing in the hours adjacent to dawn.

 

Coffee quaffed unceremoniously;

Headphones vibrating and shrieking.

Rhymes penned out erroneously,

While poetic masters are speaking.

 

Seeking shelter in memories,

Fading but not totally forgotten.

Swept away by life’s tragedies,

Fate seems sweet when rotten.

 

An occasional clove or jerky treat,

A daytime road trip to places unknown.

Strawberry milk suckled from the teat,

Before prattling into a microphone.

 

Shrinks not held accountable;

Unsolved murder by medication.

The slippery slope unsurmountable,

The muse succumbs unto chemical sedation.

 

Eutrepe’s  long forgotten son,

Poetic journeys merely delayed.

As the rooster lay out in the sun;

Years have passed and still not decayed.

 

01/28/2018