Old world, my lout,
rambunctious fleabag,
vessel of dishonour,
stymied cataract!

on the Red Line train,
poor man with your satchel
of yellowing paperbacks:

fling me some words
like jovian thunderbolts;
shock the noggins
of clergyman and cretin.

Compound me, Elias!
Vestige me, Heinrich!
Shrink me, Oliver!
Magic me, Archibald!

Octaned soldier,
fortunate musketeer!
Uncle, are you listening?



Thomas DeFreitas


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Written on 2017-08-09 at 06:28

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Tom, some times only the uniforms, change, the daites on the calender. The rest, remains much the same.