A wayward silence had ensued
Lingering thoughtfully in the chimney's throat
Like a cat's whiskers
I had not the propensity, but spoke.
Misaligned, maligned - is it ever different?
Melodies subdued the flame; tickling East
To West guarding the Roman feast.
For not this we should surely have died in trance
Your shadow an immortal pool
In the twinkling eve
In ease dance.
Thank heavens for famine, plague -
Or a meal so naked lacking accoutrements
May as well starve
Or elect for an atmosphere far less vague.
[There are too many colours.]
'Here, let me light your cigarette:
You are clearly out of TUNE' unlike
Your own maddeningly violet silhouette
Taunting the air - a shadow thief
Lost strangely in its own death.
To this I replaced my mouth with a claw
Or else let us discuss arithmetic
[Only a clock has the right to tick]
Sabotage weapon! The carpet's been pulled
From underfoot we've been fooled.