Desultory Man

Desultory Man put that hammer down
Before you crush your own dreams
Poised with the butterfly net
A tyro crashes into the scene

I have no prayers to bless you
The facination you emanate
Is belladonna for little wings
More than a sip is unsanctioned

The elusive love you weave
A feather bed for dabblers
Interludes left half conceived
Wine for dilettante blunders

You wear your preservation
Like a badge, a leisure suit
But it's your hammer
You like the taste of the pursuit

Swinging that hammer
Real lovers don't know to duck
Having drunk too much absinthe
The moment catches them stuck

You're chunky romance brightly painted
Designed for the masses
Each can find personal gratification slightly tainted
Just be sure to remove your glasses

Be at ease now, gentle dosing Darius
The soft piano hasn't closed yet
It is in the mystical twilight you create
She only exists there in island sunset