the poetry hut
The poetry hut
A long forgotten corner of the inter-galaxy
A flame, a flicker, eternally to light the way
It was a place we once would gather,
Spin glittering threads of gold
Our spirits dancing together ,
lithe kisses healing our wounds,
bolstering our courage
and inspiring proetic swoons.
I remember each so fondly
In your words I did delight
I tip-toe back there now and then
To sing your songs again.
Do you hear me when I call to you?
When I whisper-scream your names
I am aching for the times we played
And the friendships that we made
I miss the way we laughed
I miss the way we played
I miss the way our words made love
And washed this world away
Being Enlightened, Bhagavad Gita
Setaside, Radar (Baba) O’Rielly
Finsbury Park Carrots, Palli Alli
This happy phantom loves the ghosts of you
And my beloved Goulet too.