Call Me Stormy Monday

*** This was possibly my first really trippy poem. I was basically just playing with words and sounds here; it turned out to be about madness and sanity though. ***

Call me Stormy Monday
When the ice sparkles in your hair,
And on Friday, come home

Avalon is calling,
Gardendale is rising,
and the Tao Jones is up six.

This is the life of a gypsey,
laced with urban socialite,
and lightly encrusted with karma.

Fairy dust shimmers
in your Eponine eyes,
but the Nevermores are railing at the port.

Tranced in sale'd dignity,
the Kraken stirs with Destiny
and the Phoenix with her Bay divided blue.

This is my song-forever,
And I am free forever
of your crazy sanities and imposed qualms

None aware have demesened therein,
But the Temptress is waiting at the door
Dangling her steady normality.

But it is not for me,
I sting her with my lips
Poison like the silver I prefer.

So call it Life,
Sigh and retreat,
as the darkness calms or chills my heart anew.

Amen,
ajija.
This is so,
and so,
this
is
good.

-5/12/99