Training Daze Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Yet; another coffee corner
reading lips, between sips
of a three shot cappuccino.
A deck, of once shuffled cards
two jokers wild, and red or black
inferred; pairs of hands and Marlboro
lights, laid by an ashtray filled, with but ifs!
No what ifs, no shades of blue or shivering's
that pirate's game; a chance of infamy staked
in a return, to dirt, and childhood's innocence
displayed under what is red, white, blue, and
stripped; not to mention those stars, held
within blue hued eyes…
Cherubim, or demonic hymn, the triangle
people's haven, shifting thoughts, as pause
ignites a mindset's bend, of learning by the
discourse of past worth; ignoring decorum
and that touch of hand…
Burns does the knowledge; that, sought in
wisdom's name, tracking terse through a
books stamped insist; player to player, the
left palm versed the right, in that whatever
which is to be framed, through this tit-for-tat, and
gamely come on, revisiting a failing society's purge.
Oh, just what is verbiage; past, present, or tensed
within quiet and calm discussions, in which a card
or two, exposed the distinct difference in one's
edgings; as shadows moved, the sun rode on an
ether's ethereal moment, and `Vet', each did
one another's gambits, in conversations in
that calm pervaded by each quiet word…
Just; is distinct, yet of many defamations
of language exemplified and a caution's
concepts rendering; at that certain door
knocked opened, of clowns, or crowns, or
jaded cawing crows, whom is who to know
which way is nose poised against the wind
or one's whist? And whether junk yard dog
or pirate's grog; this past `servorg' understands
exactly what is limiting, of rounds once bought
of human blood spilled, after that bell is rung…
Clearly then and between two men, there is
brotherhood in dirt that is eaten, excuses
naught, whatever, as a term is needed
just to bridge that arch between, smile
and simile; always one to less or many
remembering numbering's high or low…
This daze, once trained away, so becomes
that relief which frightens many; exceptions
granted and noted, on this lone moment's sole
`point of order', be it that fodder often sought
yet clearly unexplainable, unless one's verse
is of the universe, and the player's ploy, is
more than any `wild catting' assumption…
As in suppositions, pontifications, and or
asp wholes; each of US, on a worldwide
basis have them, question being, then
is, how is a mind's seat so seated?
So ended daze one, of training and
or clever cleaving; Queen's pawn or
knight; it is now your move, now
is the time to boldly make it
or you will surely lose it!