Thru deep dreams
awoke night last;
bold spirit upon me
did cool cool spell cast.
To darkness bathed balcony
did i pause to reflect;
of the Irish gent named Oscar
and my life of neglect.
Up did i get
to shower and dress;
then walk to the road
gaze hard east then west.
As direction i queried
sands lifted cool winds bent;
hark breeze of the west
to the east was i sent.
Dark sands did i wander
glance hard left then right;
no other did i spy
t`was a dead beach tonight.
Sentient oak magnolia pecan pine
night trodden path did faithfully line;
Irish bard`s wisdom i went there to find
for hope courage did dread doubt my soul`s venture bind.
To the right night`s lonely waves
did warm sands lovingly caress;
left wind scattered manses
vacant old tattered worn
yet nightly past glories refuse to take rest
and hauntingly proclaim architect`s design at it`s best.
Dank miles did i stagger
til gambler`s den with brew i dared rest;
my soul did to Oracle plea
vainly I still sought the answers
so long ago tucked in Oscar`s vest.
As i sat drunken wagered
did approach on my right;
a swarthy tattooed male siren
fragrant misguided smile of the night.
At first i recoiled
jumped back in shear fright;
then i snickered and smiled
for i knew he was right.
Oscar, the dead Irish bard
i sought
was not far from sight;
Oscar sat earnestly
smiled from my chair
all along
he had been there all night.
Oscar Wilde visited Beauvoir
and Biloxi
during his American Tour.
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