Slip and slide

Poem

Falling into that  other space and time

To mirror the substance  forewarned substanceless

 Unforgotten and Uneasy sits the crown of crime

 Upon the head of so graceless the Emperorless

 

And yet he alone does adore the crowd’s  façade

 And with orange against dark hooded disgrace

 Does yet take all in vain to his utter blackest Sade

  For to  count the money in piles and  distendered grace

 

But though He cannot run he cannot dance,

 He rumbles in the forsaken overblare

  Until he stands and feels the fee eye gLance

 Knowing somehow he has encouraged under air.

And then to forsake the endless fright

 And seep then to the four cotton night