Roads not Taken

[Demian]

Every road is a woman;
every drink another signpost
blinking 'lunatic litanies', and
'Here is the New' but that is a lie
like the bill of goods i have stolen
but turned away when seeking clemency.

This deluded stranger takes me in hand
singing ,"August in Warsaw" like a
likeable leprauchan and there is something
there behind his mad lurchings,
behind the quiet desperation he has
settled on this sullen stool.

What if i found roads not taken;
words not stolen, a man not forsaken
by byzantine, by the hours,
by vacant stares on idle trains and
hedgefunds hedging out the weight
of a single hour misspent?

[ampoule]

My goodness. I do like this.

[Demian]

Thank you very much. I'm a little happier with this one than the last one I posted. Or perhaps you could say, 'slightly more satisfied'. Was there anything you didn't like about it? I know I have a thing about explanations, because I believe a poem is an entity of it's own and so it has multiple meanings, etc.-but was the rhythym stunted, too little action, or anything else that could be improved upon?

[Virgil]

I'm with ampoule, I like this a lot. But you do realize that's almost a famous title of a Frost poem. To use it would be an allusion to it from which you could not avoid.

[Demian]

I did borrow heavily from the great ones in a few different places here. I'm not yet mature enough to steal outright like they did (according to T.S. Elliott). Thank you for the encouraging words, I do appreciate them.

[Granny5]

I really like this poem. Great Job!