Clouds n’ Mist

Clouds n’ mist
infect a blur
into your eyes
with a fuss full of fist
a blow to the skull missed
in that the rival’s dissed
and unto this
their words piss
degradable infliction,
it is their addiction,
they dissect your soul a crucifixion,
obsessed in their conviction,
n’ your mind is overwhelmed in constriction
once they evict you from their jurisdiction
you send out a message in a bottle of your affliction
across the dicey sea,
only does it drown to the very bottom
to be forgotten,
your cry for help misbegotten.

And tears sing a dismal song
and all along
you weren’t so strong
weeping softly your whole lifelong,
you decimate atonement through
obstinacy,
except it’s a fallacy,
what a folly,
like a half volley
you interject propositions
rapidly at the speed of thoughts
and retorting somehow becomes a race.
unable to respond
and in your place
someone's found to replace,
can’t keep up with the pace?
then you better stay on first base
and take heed of the moment with a poker face
though you’ll feel out of place
since it’s an oblique case,
in the end,
you’re hit in the face.

So,
embrace,
and the clouds n’ mist will sheath
your fretful plights
this very night,
still watch your rear light
and if you aim to ignite
the wish of being a shipwright
wherein this craft brings you joy upright
then full sails ahead
just stay above the mobile depths,
that is,
if you were
to boat it unaided,
from fearsome serpents
that lurk inert.

Young bloke,
live freely among all folk,
careful though,
you could choke.
So pull out a joke
or two,
evoke none
of forlorn,
bygone days,
indeed,
your verbal diary
should be revoked,
also remember not to smoke,
or do coke,
neither provoke,
nor drink egg yolk,
instead relish the recoil
of moments that come to pass.