frequencies

‘Oh, My Dear,
That was just
a frequency
you were not supposed to
pick up on’
.
To have such a foible foisted on you
To wade the waves of faulty fictions
No net, no rope, no trampoline,
You fell too deep into yr’ dream
.
Oh, My Dear,
What have they done to you?
My Dear,
What have you done to thee?
.
Did’ya find a firebrand, phantom frat
Feebly trip into a trap
Stranded without a dose of feel good
So lost there all alone you stood
.
Were they flotsams of old frequencies,
Far fetched and farcical ?
What you trailed fatigued and frail
In yr’ mind’s own secret gale…
.
Friends true and fair-weather
Frolick’t in your fool’s paradise
But ‘It was not a vice’ , say thrice Dear
Who said you had to pay a price?
.
The sea will mend your broken sail
Heed siren song and silent wail
You’ll learn to breathe with them there gills
You will not fail to make your bail
.
Friends and fishy farragoes
Feuds, fins, ferblungen fricatives
My dear, don’t fade away
Hold on
Swim
Find a bay
.
You’ll never get ‘nough fuzzy logic
Don’t blow your fusebox just to find
There’s nothing there and no grand story
They’re just the foghorns of your mind

Hold on, breathe deep, pray sweet one,
Out there you ran a fiery fever
You stumbled on a sort’a frequency
Some salty, delicate deceiver
.
Be brave Love, please don’t fear Love
That ever’eluding tranquility
Will come a time you just might find some
Clearer frequencies
.
.
.
(e.s – may 2006)

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