North by a crotchety sun blurts
The song (yours? mine?) not wrong
The leanest, longest vowel, what a throat!
(A boat not taken) take a wave, maverick
What you got to, oyster in the throat, bitter lime
Salt on the tongue, don't give it, o yes
Do give it, give it right up: what she, you
Got to, well, smell it, yes, hurdle, somersault, pole-vault
Up & down hill, an incredible look out
You probably did not expect this
Pierced right through the bowels, someone's
Ruthless, competent, so accurate, anonymous spear:
Up and on your Achilles' way, the Gods insist -
God bless each, are not about to let you -
OK, they did once, the inevitable, indeed still beautiful
You lost her, not once, but twice -
No one is about to let you, no matter how sad
Stranded you be bitching on the beach:
Honest, you cannot take it with you (oyster, yum)
Mr. Achilles, wet lips, drenched, yes indeed
No matter how complicated your nervous sweat
It is time go - what's now, look at your aging self
Some swift arrow, like everyone else, inevitably, aimed at the back:
Face up, you got nothing, veritably and truly, nothing to loose.
Stephen Vincent
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
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