False Idol

Written in 2014

And one day

I know not when

But when my love

I wait straining for my mate, my companion

Company when

My heart rears ramshackle timbers round

Wound up in foggy forgeries

My love attaches its tense strings to dancing

Painted masks of adoration

Deserted, dry, desolate islets of maddening false

Faces distorted parading fanciful

Glutinous infatuations clinging to the underneath of my sticky eyelids

I want you –

When will you –

Where do I  –

When can I  –

Shall I see or be blinded by looking

Will the dimline fill or will I in looking lose

Find the restraint to wait
Cut the fortitude from the pallid milk film of false picture idols and like-nesses of life

And wait

Until past my spoilt heart

My joyful soul overbrim in loving true

Finding you.