Scarce The Treasure That Buries The Nerve

Scarce the Treasure that Buries the Nerve:

Scarce the Treasure that buries the nerve.

A Lord wrapped in patchouly,

A gnome riding a deer.... Isn't it queer?

A witch that never makes herself known,

A clown caught in the headlights,

A blue balloon touches down,

For one more ride upon the shimmering side,

Of a liquid turmoil.

So something else can come loose,

That binds the tide,

That sets things right,

Upon the sea that penetrates me.

Her shields are up,

Too scared to feel,

This Love that burns forever Real.

Scarce the Treasure that buries the nerve.

Saturday April 28, 2012 after Poetpalooza while drinking Long Island Iced Tea.