POETIC TAROCK

XVIII

Summertime blues

There once was a mystery school. (Well, somewhere.)

The end of each summer was time for a dare.

Five days, no food and no water. (In vain.

Just pointless stress.) Then her man went insane.

Not in a good way. Blah-blah all night long.

One week with no sleep, he was still going strong.

Acting bizarre. And his words made no sense.

She tried everything. For her love was immense.

This much was obvious. Something inside

took over his body, took over his mind.

He put up a fight. There were times, she could tell,

he tried to take over and shake off the spell.

»Let's drive to my shrink!« he said. »Gonna stay in.«

Just one little problem. Enraged was the jinn.

Took over. Took off as she stopped at the red.

There was a call late at night. Is he... dead?

Her very first question. Her very worst fear.

»He is okay but was bloody damn near

to being run over. Laid down in the street.

Riding a zebra, he said. To his feet

with our help. It was pretty damn clear

what had to be done and his shrink very near.

When asked if there might be someone we could call

he gave us your number. That's pretty much all.

Good night, ma'am!« Touché. See, it could have gone bad.

While she was explaining, still seemed somewhat sad.

» It's over and done. Don't you bother with blame.«

Her tears suffocating my flickering shame.

It matters when you have somebody to love.

Somebody to lose. Like a white turtle dove.*

* A Gift Of Love

Matjaž Lutarič - Lynx