Cut me in as the wild-eyed gambler
put in motion a myriad of wild cards,
free me from the maze of creation.
Let science choose her incarnation.
Thunder wakes me from overslept freedom
brings us under a movie-throng marquee
uncovering a vast range of loving impulse
risking the spell of the blinking yes-no neon.
Highway of feeling or prison of unless,
are we to be at home with the infinite
cavorting in the dark shadow of oak trees
or dancing through the peat bogs?
When you feel the keystone above the door
on the edge of natures charitable urges
you see from the bar & grill window
how poetry makes another pointless why.
Science will strive to prolong life,
extend our winking and twinkling
or rejuvenate our foot-bath delight.
What doctoring angel can cope
with new potions flowing from cup to cup,
the same time, overlooking inspired moments
of the unnamed or the unsaved.
Rhetorical surgeon of slice and dice
deliver a breakthrough deliverance.
Hold up signs in the breakdown lane
lyrical triumph, truth serum overdose,
show us the tender postmortem,
the saxophone solo of conscience.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2016