Five: Illuminikky

The pressure to perform

To please and poke and pass on by

Unsung, unsettled by the norm

Treason of my own and only soul

Mundane is but a chore

Suspended in passage

I float and I float and I hope to be hooked

By your understanding, by the living world

Change refuses to come easy

I prepare to embrace that or face complacency

This body and yours, they beg to stir

Throw off the thoughts thick and heavy

Dance in utter delight

A sun in the night, stubborn in nature

Self-serving to you, release turns to glue

Unloaded, still so much for you to know

Inspiration by my injection

One day, some way

We can all share the starlight of day

Tensions high and holdings hoarded

Hell or high water

I will burn and I will bathe

Tickle my fancy

My freedom will come by your feel

Massage the meaning or melt into the melody

No score to be settled

Swept up in surprise

Logical minds losing fashion

Enlighted, let us prance with passion

Without you, a man haunted by his ways

Subject to the same-old waiting game 

Self-inflicted slaughter

The lonely cry of a loon unheard by those on solid ground

Sing me your bodily lullaby in the pale light of day

For in the nights mewling it may sing me to sleep

Pripped, propped and fed perfection

No wonder we choke on our own perception

Not a clue what I am and I am glad to admit it

Though all that I dream drifts by as quick as it comes

Eating alone at this table of dramatic doubt only leaves me prisoned

No food but fable fear

The table is set for you, for all

This sweet roo stew I long to airplane to you

Open up, we are about to land, savour the flavour

Digest it quickly so you may never be full of me

Should you need me and my ostentatious offerings

Not only will I be able to keep on cooking, but crack the creative mold

No longer be a cuckold to my indecently deceptive brain

I wish to belt it like Beyonce

Give goosebumps like Jhene

Break it down like Tinashe

Though I can only come to show if I come as Kangaroo

An ideal, a character embodied a decade ago

Still with no legacy to show

My time will come just as the city will hum

To this I am certain as the sky is high

Just not by militant hands of the world clock, or even my own existence

Though I hope

I have been circling, a pattern of my own perfectionism

Deja-vu in that nothing is new

Stunted as my inspiration has not yet inspired you

I limbo to make you dance

To fall over with laughter

To feel heard

To bring bodies together

To make every molecule in your core melt with palatable pleasure

Stay open, stay ready

Something is baking out the box, oh Betty!