...
Where's the excited bluster
Of a dangling conversationalist
Who is only alive half the time.
Whom imagination forswore at birth,
(An uninspiring turning point.)
***Who wrote that thing about you that one time
******Who made that thing that looks like anything but you.
***More like him, in fact.
"If anybody could do it***you could."
A thriving indiscretion that has failed—
Normans storming and the Hasty drawbridge failing sort of failure
—to be born out by the evidence.
Where's the follow-through
Of a half-turned lightbulb,
Who told you from the start
Not to pin your hopes on him?
***(Lay them gently,***if you must.)
Who's not responsible
For lost or stolen items.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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For some reason I find it very easy to picture you swinging your broadsword at a closing drawbridge. Lacking for neither courage nor strength, just timing. A battle yell echoing back to you from the thick timbers as they close.
ReplyDeleteNick...don't charge the gates...sneak in with a giant wooden rabbit! Just remember to put yourself in it before you knock.