To Forget

Stepping out into the ashphault abyss;
Jimmy-jangle shimmy-shangle shambler,
Lost in his intoxicated bliss.
For tonight
O, for this lofty night tonight.

He’s got his reasons,
His reasons to forget,
That he forget to forget
Everything;
Beside his love,
His affair with Melancholly,
His traipses with Queen Mab!

A lightened load of pints in his pocket
Bombard his lost lover’s locket.
Shimmy-shangle jimmy-jangle hobo,
A ferminted photograph farce!

But for tonight,
This blurry night, tonight.
He doesn’t have to know.

This is my first submission so I humbly encourage you to all to respond. Thanx.

By Necrologia

I like that which is aesthetic. My passion is poetic writing and romanticism. I'm open to most any experiance. I'm an analytical philosophical insomniac in addition to the previously mentioned. If you would like to know more e-mail me; otherwise I'm just another name on your screen.