Report from the Dargle

Report from the Dargle

A palinode & walking off the whiskey,
His hipster hairdo without too much spillage,
Would it be fiscally risky to mortgage the village?
I threw a wish into the Irish Sea.

It's like water without the cruel aftertaste:
The corps of coral can trace its ancestry
Down the coast past the sexiest incestry,
Prima donna & the roots of man will not be replaced.

It's a revelation, but you knew it all along,
Don't be alarmed by the blues in my blood.
I never liked Bishop Berkeley's ugly old neighborhood,
And the carillon & my carillon only really used for the ding-dong.

It's like water but without the chemicals in your soap.
Help me to find meaning in sitting & standing,
And I'll join you on your first crash-landing:
Hope Jacob's Ladder is made of strong stuff than hope.

Scribble you courage on a sticky-pad.
My legs are weary from a life of wayfaring,
I can assuage your pangs without passion or caring,
Remember when things could never have been this bad.

It's like water without bees & stop signs & lost children.
An old man approached me from the channel,
His intentions are as translucent as flannel.
And of course, mix my smelly armpits into this salvation's cauldron.