Oliver Wasp
Oliver Wasp was a lover.
He drank wine, and sniffed cocaine.
Timeless as a moment's image
he disappeared and yet remained
a fantasy to those who knew him
beyond reality, close to dream.
White, and extremely lazy,
he yet possessed a will
capable of commanding
any chosen skill which
happened to be the fancy
of blind men, and those crazy,
for the effervescent thrill
of understanding everything
while pretending to not.
Oliver Wasp was killed one night
hitchhiking in the rain;
alone, but somehow unafraid,
his truth, a bloody stain.