On
Messenger rides and a midnight brigade
She taxis unsteadily through dark cavalcades
Bringing a note, a letter or simple petition
Knocking on the wrong door angling into
Submission.
Knock when you’re steady
Knock when you’re right
Knock in the daytime
Don't knock in the night.
Frozen and spellbound
Mind frisked for the taking
Emptied pockets for legs
Adjourned retort, re-pegged.
“It is repetitive nothingness to be simply mistaken.”
A spiked clever reverses tender
In a devalued wallet
Once stupidity severs
Repackaged stars
That shone brilliant and true
Return.
Attached to the ponies not asses
Steady hands affix time with forever stamps
She knocks on the door with the welcoming lamp.
Perspiring gum steeped on a shoe
Stuck to little but sorrow
She lets the night pass then falls into tomorrow.