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

    David Hart

    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 cardboard box which forever sighs

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

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