The Judgement of My Testament
A Poem by TTBoy
Like the blood of Clam Chowder
Smeared it was on the face of my playmate for life
And the clammy marquise diamond that enveloped two fingers
Awaited cleansing from the seersuckered suited carp
From every angle the leaches popped and hopped
As if intermittingly dousted with an ’80s plague
Feeling my bones and skin separate from my person
My space displaced
Prayers committed at a time of glee
Now through trial and error will they be heard
Pills to chill the chills nearby
Visions of floaters stand at attention not so far away
Do stay as comfort
Speak as to not let me fall asleep
For what will I dream today
Will it be the mire that I often dread?
If you run away with me
I will supply the spoon
Oh, philandering pillar of malaise
Not even on another do I praise
Playtime in air is close at hand
My desire for acceptance you do understand
Whether cure comes within a shot
One pure dose withers still does it not
Late now is the hour
My royal bags won’t reach the tower
If you run away with me
I will supply the spoon
Uncomfortably will a belt hold up my pants
Casting a glow of my pale pale moon
So cherish the blood on my face
The imperfections mistaken for good taste
Turmoil set the stage for players long ago
And I am always the star of the show
May I walk alone down that wide hall
No thoughts will I have of my fall
Should there be a light so bright
This time I ask that it be my sight
© 2010 TTBoy
