Tea and Ties

My Dear Sir:

Because of you
I know the meaning of 
Milky builders tea and
I am sure that last night
Watching the movie about Hawking
I remained one of the few
If not the only viewer who understood
His eyebrow request for builders tea
Which you find disgusting
Except on cold chilly nights
Otherwise tea for you equals Earl Grey
With a touch of lemon
Perhaps adding a bit of lapsang souchong 
To heighten the flavor of the teapot's steaming treat
How posh
And neckties
Those four-in-hand of knots
That I can now identify
And that you sport regularly
Though I've recently spotted 
A Windsor now and then
Around your neck
Has fame finally caused a change
In your necktie peculiarities 
In a way
I hope not
Showing up to meet royalty
Wearing a schoolboy knotted tie
Sets you apart
Is your signature
Perhaps a sign
That you maintain
Your self 
As you always have been
In spite of grabbing 
The brass ring
On your merry go round
Of fame and fortune
That you might remain
Approachable
In spite of drinking Earl Grey 
With lemon and lapsong souchong
That the common ground
Of milky builders tea
Spreads out before us
While you bind us up

With a schoolboy knot

And we wonder faraway 

From brass rings and merry go rounds

©kcasady2014

Periwinkle

My Dear Madam:
Ah yes
A simple periwinkle
Meant to soothe
To quiet your fuss
Giving you pause
An opportunity to measure
The depth of its blue
To count its petals
Their scent uncomplicated
And as you admire its delicate allure
From your pinnacle of madness
Amidst the balderdash
And the hodgepodge
My hands
Upon your fine bones
Alight a royal shimmer
Pouring across your entirety
Surging through capillaries 
Warming the tips of fingers
The ends of toes
And in that moment
As your soul flames sapphire
You fall dazed 
Beyond the succor of flowers
Upending all that is decent
Melting into my arms
Covering me with stunning cerulean ash
©kcasady2014

Balderdash

My Dear Sir

You interrupt my thoughts

Intrude upon my mindfulness and

Fill my head with balderdash

You display extraordinary nerve
Prancing about

Festooning my brain with your handsomeness

Sprinkling it with your erudite hodgepodge 

Distracting me

Leaving me dazed beyond succor

You sir create a bawdy hullabaloo 

With your delicious carousing

And your luscious gallivanting 

You leave me no peace

You traipse willy-nilly through my essence

Popping up in your spiffy raffish duds

Really sir I pray you 

Leave me be

You torture me to the point of ribald cantankerousness and shameless debauchery

Your shenanigans rumble about my psyche upending all that is decent

Reducing me to a whirling tirade of insignificance

Then sir you amble off

Leaving one simple periwinkle 

A small blue reminder to temper my foolishness

You lollygag as you go

Grinning and winking

Twirling about

And while I skedaddle to return to a semblance of propriety

Attempting to beget order out of your leftover ruckus

You tiptoe back and knock it all over again

©kcasady2014