Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Once Life and I have divorced

After the estate has been divided

(I playing noble disdain

have thrown it all to her)

I shall find a villa upon a hill

To paint my masterpiece

Discarded bodily fluids

Upon the walls.

Murals carefully sprayed upon

Bohemian brownstones

Sauntering down the city street

Aglow 

Lighting oily puddles,

Intellectual cafes,

Art houses, 

Freak show casas,

Anointing the effervescent night

Playing to the jaded,

The amputeed,

Outcast drifters.

There is a sweetly drifting tune

Meandering like wisteria

Is it a dirge?

A sassy New Orleans carriage ride?

Is it the beating of my heart

Spraying a trail of bleeding homage?

It is a wedding march,

Played slowly, out of time,

Beat by beat, more slowly

Rewinding.