Little Diseases

Little Diseases

by

Glenn Bagley

Disease

Mine own touch

My Fear

My speeches

Dried leaves in the wind

And so it comes to this dear whiskey

Infected

The great pleasure hides horns

Death rides micro paths

King of the suicide bravado

How quick the shadow twists

Carefree – arrogant – pitiful

Remember thy heart dear lions

Swinging my tail

I walked into that office

Funny words stole my swagger

I left but a shadow

And so it was I became a convert

A follower of disbelief

Of desperate cures

Of Promises

Part One

Papa

I hear our ‘bean sidhe’

Outside my door

Can you smell the stench?

Do we walk to the door?

Do not weep

Let us greet

dextras copulari

I fear not mine

Past

The grand glissando passage

Do you understand?

I did not mean to hob.

My confession.

Such a long story made simple.

I, such a natty dresser.

Oh Papa

The sadness

I saw in your eyes.

Haunts my ghost

Did it surprise – Really?

My male tendency?

The baseball that grew hope.

Packed away in dusty glove.

Oh father - do not blame.

It was I

Grand magician

Using philter to capture urge.

Now

Each smiling tear

So graceful in flight

Falls

HIV conducts sleep

Yes

Your son shall rest.

And chance last be eyes visions

Ευκαιρία

Frozen in memory.

Guilt shall not ride your deaths for me

It is easier for I go before you

A Child – A Shadow – A Child

Remember what has gone before and beyond you – a son’s love.

Part 2

Mother?

Can you feel time thicken?

The mind of movement presses forward.

Slowly prepares a pathway for my walk.

Did you know?

Was it in my eyes?

My bend.

An ever interweave in my back.

Do you remember the ages?

Creative happy little tyke.

Teens tormented idol.

Young man of the world.

Oh you should have seen me!

I-Yes I.

In the Nautch.

Twisted and twisting as the coca splashed

Melancholia.

Cured by the needle.

While the evil crept silently in the shadows behind.

Ever watching – Ever plotting.

Was it always there?

I wonder?

What waited for your little boy?

Under that bed?

Momma my Markus grand Markus.

My Grand Oxonian

Blessed he uninfected.

My thoughtlessness almost his peril.

Apollo his worshiper

Artemis my God.

Touch fingers to his lips

As the news travels

Tired

Mother I hear but cannot speak

I see grace

Gods hand lifts be humble

Tremble not for me

Walk with Daddy as all great loves

My life dwindles now

Walk with renewed life and remember your sons smile

Part three

Lover?

Grand fool and his ragged green slippers

Traced are our hearts

Such artistry shall be my meek offering to Heaven

My eyes beg your forgiveness

I watched your loving fear.

Markus

Lead thy great armies off the stage

My art a craft of deception

A Canvas within a Canvas

Colors to muse your eyes

Lessons learned to draw your love away from my Ugly feature

Markus. My Markus

Loyal to the soil

Lover of the dream

At my side you stayed

Warm is your heart

Do you remember our first meeting?

Your sister – that slut I swore

Jealous of her as your escort

What a scamp was I

Reddened by the news of your sibling bond.

Pleased as spiked punch with the vodka

It was dreadful my lack of poise

My love

Now the time demands you step away.

Go free of this darkness

Walk the rocks with my giggles

Do not morn for long

Do not quilt my life

Do not waste movements on memory

Madly run after your dreams

I be selfish in this trail

This journey is mine alone

I pray from a place beyond Neuro-pathways

This stray will be found

What shall Become

Welcome

I am here to give color to the stars

Will you reject my soul?

Lover of Riffs

I wonder what consequences await my love

Will they put me to the whip?

Does God need such a kind showman?

Hollow be my ever lives

Cast me to the army of bane.

Soft decorous behavior the ticket I am sure

What does any light expect?

Thy Father, thy Son, thy Holy Ghost

I see horror in my explanations

LSD and degeneracy

I excuse all such writers

I see fingers pointed fronting the flay

Who are you?

Oh my

Arms circle my frame and life is restored

Gently

A kiss on the forehead

Let us walk