Onassis

Onassis, you rise,
Black as the spade:
Entrenched within
The dreams you made.

Adrenaline courses,
Pulsing in time:
Builds to crescendo –
Detonates the mine.

Deserved plaudits
Received without fuss:
Bashful to the end,
You modest cuss.

Lana wrote one
That you sung better;
A truth thus printed
In every fan letter;
Yet you insist
You won’t forget her;
Perhaps you are right –
Just don’t let her…

Onassis, you rise,
Flipped like an ace:
Forming words flow
Into an old space.

Adrenaline forces
Apollo to vanish:
Crescendo blows –
The fear’s banished.

Each sweet syllable
A symbol of trust;
You sheepishly smile,
You modest cuss.

Lana wrote one
That you sung better;
A truth thus printed
In every fan letter;
Yet you insist
You won’t forget her;
Perhaps you are right –
Just don’t let her.

Courtesy

Nine years on,

It is clear to see:

Redemption

Is for the living,

While the dead

Wait in courtesy.