A Flashing Facade — A Hopish Poem

Fascicle — For A Frozen Friday After Yesterday

©Joanie Adams — Joanie Adams; Gift A Tea: https://ko-fi.com/joanieadamms

Don’t be a fool to all the sudden colors, and bright lights

Glancing themselves seemingly interested in your skin;

Few scraps of bought knowledge could ever tell them this —

Or this to this; Or even that, to summon itself prophetic.

A flashing facade runs the wealth without a sincere soul

To guide where we go from hither.

Perfidy sums the capacity —

Wherein they run, and run, but running whereto?

Some believe the tricking divinity is under their heels,

Some others believe their notion is right —

Advancing rampant as the luscious Rebel;

Some others forget — and go deafly cold —

Some to just this last quadrant, do it, hellbent;

All pleasure, losing all tomorrow,

Heeding little in the past, for the clasping joke

Of their thighs, and the maturing nature of their

Tongues, squeaking into one another, over the

State of their liver —

Some pleasure will do me, but I shan’t seek it;

The best things that have come to me, have been

By accident; a story suitable to talk about my life.

A flashing facade — aye, that is near and dear,

So positively heard to divorce yourself from.

But, oh, look at this, my lips have gone sore;

Fop, swell, liquor and chore —

And it is hardly the thirteenth striking of the clock!

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WORDS FROM AN EVER-CURIOUS WRITER — THE WILL OF A DREAMWEAVER:

TO A YOUNG SEER — WHITTAKER BELLED — A SIGHTSEER’S POEM:

As ever — we go, Dear Reader.