SEBASTIAN'S SONG
- Sebastian Jack
- Oct 18
- 1 min read
unable read the wherefores, GUESSED
at all the unknown reasons why
despite ATTEMPTS at love addressed
was still alone.. could mystify
the greatest MINDS and GURUS, men
who circle mazes, climbing shrubs
of tangled WEBS and RIDDLES when
the best of us might soak in tubs
---
as ponder life in UNATTENDED
variations, shadows only
asking SOAP and WATER, “When did
life become this evening lonely..
Why do I have many towels
more than one is WASTED COTTON..
How I pen in RHYMES and VOWELS
never needed, long forgotten...”
---
answers few, if any, come
where feet upon the TILES tread
if slip and fall, this zero-sum
a game that bleeds from RIVEN HEAD
but sooner dies from broken heart
with PUDDLES CLEAR, no sanguine hue
just bittersweet, if nearing tart
these salty streaks of DRYING GLUE
---
that stain a STEELY CHEEK, its stone
is hardened by the marble tears
as strength is often woven, sewn
between the SLABS of sculpted years
one bears without a proper LATHE
no chisel shaping edges sharp
nor SOFTENING of angles craving
lullaby of other’s harp
---
the metaphors of POETS MUSING
unrequited love, the pang
of never joining LIFE CONFUSING
starving for the verses sang
MORROWS EVER, songbirds crooning
warbles sweetened when were two
a poem writ for June and moon
DISHARMONIES of looking through
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my manuscript of LYRICS twisted
nothing but the holes in plot
no phone, my number still UNLISTED
scared to call and dreading not..