I know more secrets,
than Mephistopheles.
I’m often told of …..
surreptitious deeds.
Of maybes and of what t’was.
However, it’s of now….and.
Death……is.
The only certainty in my life.
Cast adrift in life’s streams.
With, no further aspirations.
I am floating on the Styx ….
I’m smelling….., sunshine !
Through the pouring rain.
While watching out for a Valkyrie.
I’m chatting with “Calico Jack”.
And sadness is my ilk.
Melded in my DNA.
And it’s more
Than I care to know.
Giajl © Jim Love
Very Faustian---but whose
Very Faustian---but whose Faust?, Marlowe's or Goethe's?
Starward