Allhallowtide
Allhallowtide
Caught in a rip
Hawaii be damned
The Elvis is in the room, not yet departed,
Prior to convictions for Elephantitis
Knee deep in bacterium infected waters
Taken for a Mornington ride.
A masquerade to conceal from spirits true form,
Identity theft being all the rage…
Given over to the pull, surrendered to its freight
As a personal carrier of sundered ego, ergo
There I go again,
Torn between panic and struggle or to go
With the flow and travel out beyond the breakers
Of my own wavelength way out the back.
Let the tidal flow do the work,
The way of least resistance as I subside to float
Above my own ambition to merely meet halfway
Forces out of my control and drift in to return
In spate.
Camus could not have known his plague would offer
A clue as to time, if not place, to erase and begin anew,
All souls, a trio of one in reach of recovered Elysium fields
To span and trundle upon.
Caution sees one day the focus of constrained energies
Of the body eclectic to surf in on itself as buoyed above
Detritus of faith out of its depth.
Take November as read to raise awareness of the power
Negative to its own recourse just as exponents shall assemble
Support on shore leave in Euclidian appraisal of search and rescue.
Westpac chopper hovers into view over this quadrant of experience
To guide rubbernecking ducks in formation askew.
Never so shallow as to wallow in the self-serving ritual perpetuated
In the belief that time’s essence can be exported en masse
Via chatrooms in full-screen dedication to being all too human bought
And sold for token indulgences.
Michael Haward