Good poem, Arthur.
SallyE
on 19/1/03 7:13 pm, arthur seeley at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> An earlier poem reworked as a sonnet:
>
> Death of a Falstaff. 2002
>
> At flicking beer mats I am an adept
> as street-wise as the world is wide, Iıve set
> echoing streets aloud with bawdy song
> and swilled and sang as midnightıs come and gone,
> while through the reeling darkness of the night
> Iıve waltzed the shadow of my late delight,
> smoothly she moved and swayed like meadow grass
> under a summer breeze, my slender lass.
>
> This tutorial of tubes, clean sheets and drip
> confounds me now, they have me on the hip.
> Some Mistress Quickly comes and goes all day,
> collects my body's wastes while I decay.
> A lard-arsed lump, I slowly fail and chill.
> I refuse to obey and die - yet will.
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