Tokens that Flicker
'My man'
Will king the airwaves
The new identity
When penny-laden
Is the wallet.
When the tokens
Begin, with warnings,
To flicker in red.
Then transforms
The label
To ‘that person'.
Out there
In searing darkness
Coming home
Back from the dens.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
To the realms of dreams
She's tethered
Within the confines
Of a morgue.
He’s got to find
Somewhere
To lay his head
And temporarily
Bury his woes
And wait
For the next daybreak
To eye
His beloved progeny.
O boy child,
Aren't you aware
That your tokens
Beep in red flickers?
She’s so adoring
And warm
Like a gourd
Homing hot porridge.
During the conjugals
She’s a millipede
That coils and uncoils.
She’s a martial artist
With amazing stunts
That leave no stone
Unturned.
But when the tokens
Begin to warn
His siring machine
Props up the blankets
Like a tent in a function
With no one on Earth
To dismantle the tent.
Were he an adolescent
The tent would itself
Dismantle
In the realm of dreams.
Dear boy child,
A wind of slumber
Will soon drift you away
And perhaps
You will tomorrow
Reload your tokens.
This lad
And his father
Are two peas!
He's omniscient!
Oh boy, relish
From the good season
When the tokens
Are full to the brim.
Soon
This song will end.
That person
Has no progeny here!
O boy child,
If this befalls on you,
I hope you remember
That your tokens
Are exhausted.
When a serpent
Slithers its way
Into your nest
Find solace
Elsewhere you know–
Find refuge
In the dens
Or somewhere
By the roadside
Till the cosmos
Realigns for you.
I can nourish not
A bearded man!
The hamlet shall know
For in your abode
Abides a radio.
There’s a man
Who's seen sunrises
And sunsets
That outnumber
Those of the man
Who sired you
Who's a subscriber
To her newsletter.
Sometimes, the old cat
He will be,
That drinks milk.
O boy child,
When on you
This befalls,
Remember
That you’ll reload soon
Your tokens that flicker.
© Sea-Crab Poetry.
(Voyager of Words)
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