Midstream on the River Styx
Midstream on the River Styx
I climbed out the window,
jumped into that pitiless hell.
I ran, I ran and ran some more.
Only time will tell.
I cast off times restraints
and threw all love to the winds.
It swirled and cursed me
but love wouldn’t let me be.
Able was I ere saw Elba
I palindrome I.
Words cascade a grand parade
Meaningless in loss.
As platitudes replace
all lives grace and sometimes
only as a fiery disgrace.
As I leapt I shouted show me your face.
I laughed and cursed
and cursed some more
sometimes laughing
sometimes crying.
I climbed upon that magic cloud
it flew me to the heavens
where the water lilies grow
maybe lifespan’s a trick said Behan?
As he drank himself to hell
He waited for me with tails to tell
Mangan by his side
with laudanum and poteen.
My love and joy was so wild.
So as I curse and write a verse
I see the gallows tree
With strange fruit
upon open arms.
So I hang here
rowing on the river Styx.
See faces I’ve sent across
and ponder all that loss.
Hi. It rather looks to me that your poem must have somehow passed by people’s minds without them commenting. I want to make up for that: Its a really good write about a stream of consciousness (as I see it). Haven’t you written anything since? I’d love to read it.
Allen