Lovejoy, Nostalgia, Treasure, Outside the Bubble of Time

Come along now,
For the trinkets and laces
The goblets and traces
Of laced poisonous faces
Nods on flinters lint
Dropped dead gorgeous hint
Crime’s your uncle and
Hide your carbuncle
Lest you be seen
At the crime scene
And spotted for
What you plotted

At the market fish soft
Fills the air, so fresh
You don’t mind it’s not
Duck roasting, but sea
Calling fresh salt-brine
Spraying ‘gainst granite
Element on element
Thinking in my element
Til, lacking a few breaks
My head nearly breaks
Trying to fill gaps and peer
Between the planks of a Pomeranian pier

It was here!
I exclaim
As I pace nervously to and fro
Counting paces
Recalling countless places
Where I could go wrong
While seeking treasure from the leisure
Of my own fleeing years
“St. Mary’s Church and Main Town Hall”
Fading postcards of nostalgia
VHS tapes of screeching line-asia
Palin ship-horn leaves-port Asia

It was here!
All in a dream.
Untangled like a present
In fine wrapping paper
The present was the wrapping
By someone who tried ever
More vigorously than I
The present was in the giving
The present was to be in 
The present, in the presence
Of someone greater than I.
Greater than I,