Are you bored and want some random lines to read?
Thank me later.
It's raining as I look outside.
Be safe wherever you are.
Salute.
Friday the 12th of March, 2021.
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Many of your types I pass daily but especially at midnight
Have always asked
Even though we're all invisible
We still hear you
As you struggle to confide in the forbidden silence
Especially in the last dregs of sunlight before dusk
What would you do with all our time
Would it drive you right out of your mind
Well, here's my answers
Just for you to read before you turn too turn to dust
This dark place known to the enlightened few as The Shadow Lands
Where I now exist and drink almond ambrosia to worship and pray alone
Sacrificed deserted souls who stumble and end up my way
Through random long or short legions of their exorcisms m in red rivers of linear poetry
James Brown
Papa's Got A New Bag globally
Dressed like my prototype
Good old Bob Dylan in black
Watched by others and the occasional falling star
My agastopia of delicious lines grace their minds
Like a new friend I was recently introduced to
Hugh Hefner
Playboy’s pictures
That send adolescent and immature mind's cerebral cortex's
And libidos totally insane
I sometimes stand in the half-light
Telling them
I'm so strong and powerful like that Thandie Newton
The one who once found strength
Self-worth and power
Whilst being reborn again and again
My words are whispered enchantments you see
Spells sent just to serenade your tired bored five senses
Filled with a crescendo of rising fire like when Marlon Brando
Embraced emancipation while causing total carnage
Death and eventual apocalypse
In Cambodia
As he boarded that fateful flight 707 from The Seventies
Dreaming of his girl next door he left home
Called Sophia
Am I a sceptic like some say or just a wide-boy spectator
Or just a beguiling collaborator
Can you feel me
You ought to
I am simply giving you a mixture of words
Gracing your insatiable eyes
Through cheap or expensive plastic movie screens
As I hide in the dangerous depths
Of the twenty-first century's fast-flowing mobile streams
For I'm just a beautiful old beast
A heaven-sent narrator
Steamrolling through with lustrous glossy keys
To all the so many wet lesser brothels of your mind
As you sit watching and casually sipping these sweet-tasting words as you read
And just like so many
I already know
You'll soon become gloriously addicted to my cheap bottles of poetic mead
You see
I'm just a non-living fossil
Mentioned only once in The Great Golden Books of The Byzantine
I celebrate on Tuesdays and Sundays
By going knee-deep into humanities new future
MK Ultraing new intellects forever
To live just to love me
As I program them
Like an expensive computer geek
I'm a mixture of all of life's sweet-tasting
aromas and scarred sacred baggage's
Can you feel me yet
Am I just behind you
Watching and walking
As you stride out bravely in front
Or am I standing hiding
Just beyond sight and keeping firmly closed
All the smokey doorways to all your dreams
Can you feel me like Old Nick
One of my dearest buddies whose everlasting
God that guy loves stalking you all like an ageless Marquis
Me
I'm just a once unvisited world of beguiling words
Just conceived into being by the
Elemental unspoken old Gods from mystical Talen
Tasked to slowly just consume your earthly time
of three scores and if you're lucky, ten
Can you feel my bony fingers stroking those secretive rooms
The one's barely visited
when you're awake and drunk
In this worlds many addictive potions
But the ones you always use your golden keys to open and visit
When you dream
and it's then and only then
The freedom to write to be free
Copyright John Duffy