Realitease - Real I Tease 2007 Version 1320 Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Reality's a tease, strength soon spilled, stilled,
Experience dreams seldom sees fulfilled.
An abyss between the two's suspended,
Life hangs head tailed till tau[gh]t tort tipped tale's ended.
Idea[l]s, some conscience, and some conscious willed,
Thus lose sum concentration, essence chilled.
Years tick-tock dock off men, who, most to zen dead,
React to Time's straightjacket unextended.
Each seeks predestined lily fit to gild.
Acts' anti-climax, epitaph appended,
Leaves fall like tea-leaf dreams, dissolve untended,
In final scene soon seen as bare board billed.
The cyclone's eye [s]weeps on, from gods to stalls,
Youth t[r]acks, age[s] lacks, [f]acts [st]all. Last curtain falls.

(12 July 2007)