Birthday Girl

AUDACIOUS

THERE’S A FABULOUS
SUNKEN TUB
WITH JETS AND
STREAMS
MEANT FOR A BATH
FULL OF HOPES
AND DREAMS,
STATUES AND
CARVINGS
AT LEAST
SEVEN DECKS,
A LOT OF
REDWOOD
WHICH REALLY
REFLECTS
THE MOOD OF
THE COAST,
THE VIEWS
AND THE CUES
THAT SEND
THE WHITEWATER
ABOUT WHICH
WE BOAST,
I POKE AROUND
HOUSES
COMPLETELY
UNKNOWN
I HAVE TO MOVE ON
MY COVER IS
BLOWN,
I HAVE MARCHING
ORDERS
TO BEGIN A
NEW SEARCH,
NO DELAYS
WELCOME,
DON’T BE
LEFT IN THE
LURCH,
ALL THE WHILE
I AM THINKING
ABOUT SOME
THINGS PAST
AND HOW I
BELIEVED THAT
ALL THIS WOULD
LAST, BUT
KNOWING THE
WAYS AND
SCHEMES OF
THE WORLD,

AND LANDLORDS
AND DEAMONS
IN THE SWAY
AND SWIRL,
I GO AND SIT
QUIETLY
COMPOSING
MYSELF, A VISION
OF HEAVEN
AND FRAGRANT
GOOD HEALTH
WHICH COMES
TO THE TOP
A MIASMA OF
GLORY
I AM WRITING
THE PROLOGUE
TO MY OWN
PRIVATE STORY,
NOT DYANNA
OR JOHN,
OR KEVIN
OR UMA,
ALTHOUGH THEY
EXIST IN MY MIND,
NO, THIS FUTURE
LIFE IS A
PRIVATE DEVICE,
THE DOOR HAS
REOPENED
TO LOVERS
AND VICE,
THE PATH ROLLS
AHEAD,
I AM LAYING ASIDE
AND WAITING FOR
HEAVEN TO
TO BECOME
MY GUIDE,
EXPECTING THE
NEW, AND THE
UNFORSEEN,
TAKE MY HAND
AND TRAVEL
WITH ME, WE BOTH
SHALL COME CLEAN,
NUANCES FLOWING
JASMINE AND GREEN
SURPRISES
AWAIT US,
KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

©J.W. WINSLOW 4/1/15