Inviting Obscurities

Now, these lines speak of rhymes
And of our going chimes.
A liquid obtrude
Baying abuse
Seeming obtuse
To all its users, here.
A simple strike
Of the clock
Allows humour to rock
And chipped fingers
Belt a broken tune.
Disjointed and not amused.
But a lightness extracts
From future attacks
While pulling down slacks
To get a better view.
One side of this page
Bellows in rage
But vows to behave
After turning the page.
Opening wide
These lines
Never hide
All their scratches
All their pride
Bursting inside.
No more bent apple holes
Or old jelly rolls
To further their woes
Of almost matching up.
Swallow the sip
Of luck into
A melting pot of stuff
That winks with one eye
(without knowing why)
When there’s life in these strides
A mirror cracks by
Splintering all doubts
Of past-gone failures.
There is no such thing
As remorse;
Only moving forward.
With dips and pulls
And strings and nulls.
A hollow heart
Sits empty while
The rest is all filled up.