Monday, April 30, 2012

Melancholy Rare

Ron Koppelberger
Melancholy Rare
Exhorting remedies of suave chameleon song, by the
Tabby’s table in hypnotic grins and memorizing
Heartbeats in pause, in silent calm broken only by
The rhythm of a small sound, like crows and thrush flittering
In cool feathered hunt, like scraggly whiskered lions
Searching for the beginning of a dream in sleepy
Commune unto the syrups of an icy symphonies borne brilliant
And craving the lizards troth, the snake skin shawls of musical meanderings
And the chrysalis in stasis, waiting for the lyric of the prey,
The purveyor of melancholy rare.

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