Poetry

OrdinarilyI poem counterpoint tothat mawkishness of myDay in day Out middlebrow discernments Hard won those… but God knowsMy heart’s half in the gameAs tame is…

Nothing subtle about the suddenNothing bankable about take oneAnd it’s not to ones’ credit theOh so cavalier of the Lavalier Gasping for breath orfor that…

This mic now boomed speaks to my doomFor at three score and ten I’ve decidedTo groom an audio track or two.. And there is …but…

there’s a moment whenhappiness withdrawssadness surrendersAnd melancholy becomesones’s daily marquee A star turn to manageThe act with appreciationof this inevitable rote rolerudimentary As any contrary…