221b Baker Street
Seventeen steps upon heaven
Graced by light steady hands,
Dressing silk gowns flowing freely
Whisping elementally feathering lands.
Chased by the loves of wanting closure
And the hunger from drooling hounds,
Opium filled hallways, a stench of pleasured desire
Follows mindful kaleidoscopic sound.
Whose fingers trail the delicate spine ?
..Of one who comes to eat pain,
Who’s tired limbs ascend into Sherlock’s darkness
Asking questions for time and again.
Who seeks out the wolf in sheep’s clothing ?
..Within his solace of lamp-lighted eve,
Who knocks for wisdom and simple decree
And swishes tails between legs by their leave.
Come hither on buttoned leather chair
Let eyes peruse characters bared,
Equations are simple when eyebrows are raised
For his answers can ne’er be shared.
© Nick Hawkins, 11/30/09, poetry rights reserved