Sometimes Andromeda

Another surreal unrhymed poem, this one about frustration in a relationship.

Sometimes Andromeda, talk you too fast and blabber
If your masterpiece was born in the fertile decades
Built mean and slippery to shake off the test of time
T'would be concealed behind your long black coat
That graceless cape fashioned in monochrome
And I'd stay uninformed, all by your faulty conversation

Sometimes Andromeda, let you me down too low
As when escaping such mustachioed marauders
Enraptured in their countless melodies
Trip you me and double my forgotten Siamese pains
As those hotel deputies laugh, steal my flag, kick my stomach's side
Take to lock me in airless dungeons of the frogs

Sometimes Andromeda, wish me you gone at all and good
Your gnawing secrets, your candied drugs
All proved too loud against my untouched fold
Ask me you at the closer hour to ride your horses in exile
Else with rope and charge, they pull me apart