LAURENTIAN SHIELD.

Looking through a hollow window frame
At the desperation outside
Wondering where it will lead
In this sullen, heavens hell.

I take my stupefacient
That seeks to stultify my mind
Closing another chapter’s rollick
Lovelorn for what I know not – not yet.

And as the hawfinch bends to drink
The feeling I have been there before
Sings like a madrigal beckoning me
To partake of this seasons solitudinal malaise.
I seek to seek the Chiltern hundreds
Though never have I raised my voice in angers stared
Not egregious nor full of effrontery
But effusive in my self sought demise.

Well filibustered once too often
I climb my ivory tower and so to sleep.
I’ve grabbed the jabot the magisterial onager
But there is no gavotte, the time I know
I will not heteroclyne for anyone
There is not enough time left inside.

Irony the thief of mind has come to
Leave me intestate, prostrate staring blankly
From inside this withered hell, I
Mesomorphate twixt living and dying
Too afraid to raise a cry knowing only
Those who breath are sure to die.

This seriocomic picture book paraphrase
Eking out existence to feel the
Catatonia that blames this on erstwhile pointless career.

It’s not without remorse I grip the taffrail
But the tryst has been appointed and I
Must reach to make the appointed hour
The willy-nilly fortitude has come to go and so return
A laurentian shield to wine and dine the soul
But always through this frameless window
We perversely call life.

GRUM