The Green Scarf (To Whom It May Concern)

When does it end?

When does an unstoppable force collide with abject meaning?

The Fool?

Questions intercept.

The dullness of my mind abides.

If you’ll allow me the liberty. 

Imagine yourself on a hill overlooking your demense. 

Do all the points collate? 

Can you see your house from here? 

A scrambled bloody mess now, a clip from a film regurgitates from your goblin brain now. 

Where was I?

A slight lapse, but now refound vigour. 

There is a rhythm that is unexpected

A thought that is interjected

But I digress

This is about you 

You who have dizzied my mind

You who have dulled my perception

You

You little wonder

You fledgling idiot 

You cracked actor 

You insufferable bitch 

You prettiest star

You mental parasite

You grinning soul 

We both love David, don’t we? 

I love you

Hate you 

Want to hate you 

Want to love you 

Femme fatale?

Not at all 

Just another lost boy.

Brother or lover?

Time shows me the Fool I've been.

The Green Scarf (To Whom It May Concern) is a poem by Micheal Randall.