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My Last Masquerade

Updated on November 27, 2011

I drank my last poison today in the restaurant
To the sound of a watered down piano and a cheap debutante
I could see Dylan Thomas in the cigar smoke wafting in the air
He frowned at me and said, “don’t ever tip the concierge…”

The red velvet couch is no consolation and the accolades
An out of tune orchestra playing Mozart behind your palisades
Your masque can’t hide the blush under your fancy sequin
It’s just expensive perfume on a corner store mannequin

The fields are barren and the sunset bleeds Poe
Ravens tell me secrets and rabbits stare at me from holes
Your Illusions of grandeur never looked better Captain Ahab
Now only ghosts serenade across the deck to the tune of Amadeus

Did you get your whale did you conquer the world?
Or was it just another Octavius your mysterious sequel?
Children stare blankly into the sun meandering it’s so surreal
Your ideologies lies shipwreck and all your promises puerile

I run resolute now through the snow a requiem of my dreams
I stop at a tombstone to read, “I have miles to go before I sleep…”
A thousand voices from my Octavia; betrayed but now apprised
The frost is bitter and the stars are dark but I've never felt so alive.

Chad Taylor © 2011


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      Chad Taylor 5 years ago from Somewhere in Seattle...

      Nikkij504gurl We do belong there! Thank you for taking the time to comment!

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      Terry Bedard 6 years ago

      I like the flow of this poem. As, someone pointed out to, you cleverly refered to other poets. Great poem! I love the ending.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 6 years ago from Reno NV

      I once had a vision were I was talking to Dylan Thomas through bar smoke. Well I quite the poison and stopped having visions. This poem is well written and a fitting tribute to some of the worlds great poets.

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      Chad Taylor 6 years ago from Somewhere in Seattle...

      Thank you very much...

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      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      OMG! Wow! absolutely loved this! I am very impressed. I think I just found me a favorite poem. Why this hasnt been read more is beyond me. I am sharing it on my facebook. and letting a few loyal hubber friends of mine know about this because they will be as amazed as I am. This was really awesome. Your use of words and refrences. And Very descriptive! I can picture the scene as the masquerade unfolds, I can taste the poison, the smoke, smell the perfume. Its an eerie feel but also as if I belong here. Great work! Please write more like this!!

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      Mickey Maxx 6 years ago from New Jersey

      Read a bunch of your work, really liked this one though...