Commissioned: Stripes before bedtime
This poem was commissioned by smivey in honor of the movie Stripes. In fitting homage to he who fed me, it sucks.
as starlight darkles and and night settles upon the land
like ichor stealing across the the eyes of the world
i dream.
as pillow’s down cradles my head in soft embrace
and guttering flames of candlelight extinguish at my breath
i dwindle.
i slip into the land of Nod
and he waits.
O Murray, why does your specter haunt me so?
In waverings of the subconscious mind
I see your shape in tones of olive
You march, you prance, you wield the wit of decades past.
O Ramis! E tu?
Must it be your fate ever
To cower thus beside the heels
As the capering jester flaunts his career -
Daunted by the ages past, and yet
Not dead as thine will be all too soon?
Your image is phantom – fleeting, and dragging my imagination
To time when Reitman’s works still pulled chortles from my chest.
O Murray! O Ramis!
Why must this mental play,
This subconscious merriment,
This nocturnal dumbshow against the backdrop of my mind
Always end with you showering together?
Well, I think I got my money’s worth. I won’t bother to say how much I actually paid.