Had we Skipped the Playful Prose

compadres of the palatial gardens

drinks and women were passed around

and smiles were the common foreground 

to believe in the seductive bantering

or to walk fond into the forest

Had we skipped the playful prose

and dug into the desperate groves

we would have found his bizarre brain

chattering round his neurotic fountain 

and the closed thoughts which led his leave

had we skipped the playful prose

When the common night was over

and our packed laughs were heading home

a cold gun was here for one

to lead him into the forest

and the lone thoughts of thunder dismay

which he was feeling -everyday

to now lead him on his way

and a smile on his face

and a demon upon his hand

farewell this life of yours

a group of men say from the shores 

as they shroud his desperate spirit

can we skip the playful prose?