A blatant Stare

whither to wear, a blatant stare

a gentleman of ill repute,

comes swaggering into the room

all bristling with dispute,

and announces, with swarthy flair

his head a house of silver hair

that now tis the time for occult entertain

the summoning of creatures fair and vain

the call of banshee, the cry of sprite

the darkened assembly of waiting night.

He looks to left, he whips to right

the waiting guests oercome by fright

the menfolk staring with outraged will

the ladies afaint and taken ill

but never a word spoken in defiance,

for this was an age of astral science,

and all there were in secret curious

about this art so labelled spurious.

The craft of Yeats on Marijuana

sweeping through the Cape Town streets

an unseemly host of clandestine treats.

And thus, the scene was set

for an organic opera of Narcissus’ pet

this boy, this creature of Eldritch power

with a voice resembling a secret flower

blossoming in days bewitching hour,

soothing and lulling their minds to sleep

into Mesmer’s depthless keep

and there, in a flash, were all things calm

the silver sleep of dreams their balm

and this poet of ill repute, he smiled

his eyes now flashing and his hair so wild

as he went about, from guest to guest

a fob watch from the young sirs breast

a diamond necklace from about her chest

any manner of high, worth its weight

in gold, sold, a tricksters trade

that when they awaken to dawns sweet light

there’s not a single gem in sight!

The Land of Jewelled Fruits

Far away across the sky

In the land where the jeweled fruits lie.

The tumbling fire rolls nigh

We sigh

And in that funeral moment

Of death's deep wing

We raise our voices aloud and sing

And scream! To death, Defiance!

The great machines of science

Come crashing 'pon the Pearly gates

My heart deflates

As memories flash of angels flying

While I upon a plain lay dying

And the whole sky was with me crying.

Everywhere the air fierce flow

Its flaming heat and savage glow

Burning kindred, softened things

A wall of thorns and angel's wings

Like trapped birds they wait

the merciful death

Of a world uttering its final breath.

Dewdrop bells and silver shells

Upon a shore fresh gleaming,

The world reborn and seeming

Virgin fresh upon my flesh

While the tattered flash and mindful pirhouette

Of memories shadowed silhouette

Leaves that burning world to peace,

While Jasons’ mighty fleece

About my eyes was hung

And in a whisper, fierce and soft

A new world for me was spun.

How many worlds all told

Would you dare unfold

With your silver petalled soul?

As time slips slowly

Beyond the lowly

Wretched things that grub

And shuffle thoughtlessly along

Devouring soil their mirthless song

Of complacent slumbering toil

In the land beneath the soil.

But look! With wings

The brazen faerie dragon sings

Across the satin surface blue

It tapped its wings and bravely flew

A flight like snow, a crystal flake

A dragon upon a moonlit lake.