Its hard times

Have I really left my spark in the past?
I wonder like louisa, i too am bound'er by
Thoughts that crackles with flames
In your fireplace.
Above all of us the mysterious stars
speak in Metaphors
Cycling straight from murakami town,
Where we also are like the gliding flames.

Where is this town with no name
That my Alzheimer past found'er by
Thoughts that crackles with flames
In your fireplace?
The sun hides behind the hill on my Right
And shines on the vast River
climbing rocky gorges ever more beautiful,
On the way to our next gliding flames.

"I now know not to hurt a women",
Spoke an old dreadlock hobo that hov'er by
Thoughts that crackles by the flames.
The man who appeared looked a lot like me.
At the gates of the unknown town
He played a wretched didgeridoo
And never looked up when applauded.
"She was just here, I feel", he claimed
"My electric lover took away the name
Of this forsaken town with her gliding flames"

4th January 2018