Ten fifths of a moonbeam

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Instrumental to the making
And braving the long winds home
A buck 20 was singing hallelujah
Without a receipt
When a train full of Long-fellows
Passed so close a whirling happened
And falling over tails down
Began an autobiography to say
How close to death the day had almost been.
Just around the corner to this
And not overly far
Many swooning lovers came to bury their dead
In the up-stance of all the holy repeatable
Making haloes in the floor
For the idols to fall through
While a leg-over was dancing the hop
On the tiles
And making light work of it if a little noisily.
“I don’t know what you’re growing in there
But you better stop it soon ‘cos it’s keeping me awake,”
Said a thousand pounds of gelignite on vacation
In the next room...
“Shut up all of you,”
Said an excuse for a smile
In another room
Boiling a hangover for breakfast
And banging on the wall to make a difference
That made no difference at all.
“I see we have a monkey in the works,”
Said the monkey eating garlic...
“The receipt of the moment for this expedition
Is not the cure we are looking for
And so I say this:
What we are looking for is not to be found
Where we are looking
So we must look somewhere else for it to be found,”
Said the Englishman whirling around in the turbine...
“I told you not to mix it up with this lot,”
Said the wobbly bifurcation
Making no headway whatsoever
In the blessings that were falling everywhere.
“She came latest where I could not learn
Enough about love in time to save her,”
Moaned ten fifths of a moonbeam searching around the garden...
“Is this our lot then?”
Said the visual facilities coordinator
Who was a real water-babe
And still had nineteen days deposit left...
“Down the fading stairs
Up the stormy river
And round the famous bend
Until it makes you shiver,”
Sang the man in the barrel counting flowers in passing...
“Look into my eyes to find the answer,”
Said the hypnotist home from the snake charming fair...
“Oh no,” said the man in the barrel
Looking around desperately for a way of escape
But too late
The hypnotist had him.
And so down through the revolving doors he fell
Down, down past the various layers
Into the well where all his misdeeds
Locked behind bars
Called to him for release as he fell;
And forever falling
He’s still there now
Lost behind the hypnotist’s whirling eyes...
Many lovers come this way
To find themselves lost alone and forsaken
And though many calls come of:
“Run for your life,”
Still, this way they must journey
To find the way through and out to the other side.
“I cannot go on,” said the burnt card of defeat.
“Meow,” said the meow cat
Painting a picture on the wall
That had the depth of a dog’s bone
Chasing its tail
And was right up there with
Stravinsky’s piano recital in D minor.
“Come home now,” said the calling
That could not be explained in any other way.
The musings in all the heavenly delight
Packed a suitcase
And caught the over-night train to Bangkok
And left all this behind in the park
Where the sun melted it down
For the ants to carry down into their holes
And make mulch of it
For the walls of their empire
And this is why when you go past an ant’s nest
You can hear faintly the calls of old ghosts
Beseeching for a way out of the dark
Where they are captured forever...
“Shiver me timbers, is that what all the wailing is,”
Said the monkey looking around for more garlic...
“Just so,” said the Englishman
Stepping out of his whirling
With ten fifths of a moonbeam hiding in his pocket...
“Take me home,” echoed the moonbeam,
“This is not the cure we are looking for.”
The sharks for Daisy
Drove her clean out of her mind
And sitting up in bed she screamed once
And then fell back down into sleep
Where the winds of her fright
Passed away to be replaced with a smile
That held her and didn’t let go
Until the morning came to bless her once more...
“Hello again,” said her lover beside her,
Waking from the crash-barrel of his dreaming
To yawn in the new day.
“Meow,” said the meow cat.
“Get me out of this barrel,” said the man
In the barrel in the corner
Where he’d come to rest.
Nobody else said a thing
As they were wondering
How to get off the train that was going nowhere...

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