"Rip Van Winkle's Crimson Tears" by David Hart

"Rip Van Winkle's Crimson Tears" by David Hart

Rip Van Winkle's crystal crimson tears
Shatter as sea gulls flit and cheer

A child's toy building doth tumble and crash
While a moon sky casts a rumbling flash

Rene Descartes ponders in an iron stove
Mining his mind for the treasure trove

Siggy Freud dreams of tunnels and holes
Riding a big cigar scrapping other's souls

Majesterial Mercury preens his taleria in bliss
Musing and fretting, his thoughts quite amiss

Rip Van Winkle's blood red years
Fail to quell the fanfaronade of tears

Rumplestilskin rows in a blue yellow kayak
Up to the sun in a fervid fulgurant attack

From the fear filled misery of a military trench
To the quiet muted cries of a hard park bench

Not much ado for a hero these days
The hero's in a cardbord box which forever sighs

Longing for just one empathetic aress
Now worn down with a soul full of duress

Rip Van Winkle's sanguine sorrowful tears
Yield scant surcease to a deluge of fears