LIFE FOR RENT

As bland as my mind is,
Let me swing on the hinge of our rented lives
Let me swirl this way and that
Let me be lost in the parameters of our enclaved hives
Let me sashay in the background of your shaded heart
.
As brine as my thoughts taste,
Let me, if to you I'm only a dark horse
Gallop into the galaxy of a million scars
Let me tread my hoof on the shore-sand of loss
While I dangle my legs through the rain forest of blunt stars
.
As indecisive as my days are,
Let me rent my life out, a pence a day
And bow unshakably for leave-taking
To the nuns at nightclubs and the one's concerned
For I too, would love to live a rented life unsheathed
.
As ungrateful as I am,
Let me sprawl in the open sky, in blood
With bruises and scars and wounds
-Let me moan a tribute to failed dreams, failed hopes and a failed life
While dying.

And as limited as my journey is,
Let me write an epitaph on my tombstone
In bold italics, and shed an elegy on the lips of my grave
And it will read: " He's gone with the tidal waves-
-Though ocularly impaired, his LIFE'S FOR RENT".

Yours without blemish
George O. Victor
The Ghostwriter👻