writings on a wall

i write, alone, upon this wall
of days and joy; hide nights and pall
virtual spraycan in my hand
i twist and warp words like rubberband

punk a picture i think you'd admire
pinking to you hopeful satire
balloon an idea to bring that height
dandelion a carousel for your delight

dr seuss the princess pea
this little duckling went wee wee wee
classical women gone with the wind
ole blacke joe's still comin' comin' comin'

socrates spoke all greek to me
when he epistemologied all over tea
emerson, plato, nietzsche, and winfrey
bought noo yawk for a dollar tupenny

but as all tales start all tales will end
after the wordsmith's hammered and bent
stories short and stories tall
and write, alone, upon this wall

this was something i wrote for someone i loved, a lifetime ago.