Disease
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
