Is my entire insouciant childhood coming apart
like doors falling off their hinges with the force of
treacherous storms, leaving my full pristine home
open to the vilings of desperate thieving strangers?
And I can’t help feeling that sibling love is so fragile;
a testament to how things held sacred can be perversified
by infringers and infiltrators by their lab-manufactured
deviousness, that I can’t expect a helping hand. You can
see that I find it hard to disassociate from honesty; even with the
knowledge that a sequestration of myself to defend
my discretion is laid bare and attenuated by an evil autopsy
of my tender unwilling mind! So I am prone
even when I smell a rat! I am watching
the ships of my imagination disappear
over a rather daunting horizon; so this full
home of trinkets and paraphernalia could be
used as haberdashery for the schemer weavers
of deceit! You know while I can be compromised,
I am overwhelmingly aware that, in my aloneness
and aloofness, I can mutate into any impregnable masked
Harlequin. The comedy of errors can get any stringent opponent
very frustrated! Though I have come to love my convictions more,
in times of relentless beleaguering, I can bely them as well!
So, you all bear witness to my unflattering disposition
like as if gay abandon ought to be the real composure
of the destitute! If death or defeat vanquishes my idols
and icons, I will find new forces to depend on to continue
my tasks against the vicious tirade of the Men at Work!
So, the falling wood of my windows don’t daunt me! The roof
blown away, the walls shambling down, only serve to make
my home unbounded like the skies. We can’t feel desperate, when
we realise how mortally desperate our enemies are!
And I am laughing, laughing, laughing, that even if they
defeat everything I hold dear; I am liberated, I can trumpet,
that they can never conjecture my soul’s elusive rock and roll
and I can still find new icons and idols to depend upon!
