Bounding through time <br />like a bumper car <br />Towards the next act <br />in my Houdini show <br /> <br />that nail biting end-frame, <br />another narrow escape <br />from the monkey flesh - <br />leaving us all <br />in slack-jawed <br />wonder and <br />amazement <br /> <br />to learn one more <br />aspect of love <br />from this angle... <br />or this one <br /> <br />to kill <br />a thousand times, <br />and be killed <br />a thousand more <br /> <br />to live in a <br />one bedroom apartment <br />with bitterness <br />and all her smarmy inlaws <br />or to abide in the <br />lush mansions of <br />forgiveness <br /> <br />in and out of the <br />celestial dressing room <br /> <br />'Who am I THIS time? ' <br /> <br />Bounding <br />through time <br />like a mad man <br />desperately looking <br />for my lost Love - <br />My Beloved, <br />in all her <br />many disguises, <br />Keeps me guessing <br />Leaves me breathless <br />Bodyless <br />and forever <br />down on bent knee <br />praising her resplendent <br />Body - the universe, <br />with my little pink <br />tongue<br /><br />Michael Joseph Ferguson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-bumper-car/
