Whisky Tango Foxtrot

i slowly dressed

in my best depressed

a hollow suit

of faded smiles

abnormal conformity

despondent enormity

sore of foot

traded miles

sore of mind

and nursing a cold, cold heart

i headed west

and then north

five steps

in each direction

a molasses of the old

aimless pointless

quickened

thickened

around my feet

and up my legs

i am engulfed

by my own vinous apathy

a quick silver sheen

covers me

an inner outer layer

this chameleonic feeling

polite smiles

from a broken mouth

hand of sleight tricks

from palsied wrists

the greys reach all

a shroud of empty mists,

colourless

but for their pale shades,

moan beside a creek

that never runs

behind a sun

that never shines

it is here

amid a liquid frigidity

deep freeze thematic splashes

play havoc within

an unreality

i let tiny little voices

annoy me from afar

somewhere within

all of these doors

one has been left ajar

the fool had already

rushed in

while the angels balked

game over

player one

(that noise)

hallway of confusion

or

homebranded Highway to Hell

another door

must be picked

in order to proceed

i pointed

then mumbled

i argued

then grumbled

my choice had been made

quite clearly

nothing made sense

without any

hesitation whatsoever

i pulled out a bag

that could have held

easily a million

in nicely stacked notes

and i stuffed it full of pure nonsense

the ridiculous sublime and absurd

the very essence of madness itself

and a squeaky fake doggie turd

chockas to the brim

ignorant innuendos

threatened to pour

across the zip

sarcastic one liners

poured and slipped,

slipped up and over the lip

of the bag

i pushed it all in

and did up the zip

i fastened the strap on the side

and what appeared to be

a blue superfluous clip

my only concern now

was getting it all back

coming out in the black

and having a good crack

lost in the wack in this stack

(((((shimmy shimmy)))))

so here i am many lines later

and this aint no boo hoo tale of woe

it aint a cautionary lesson either

i tell you because i know

i know many things

and a whole lot more i don't

i'll do absolutely anything

except the things i won't

i've been so many things

a lot to make me

think and feel

i've seen the many things

and piece by piece

i find the real