Thanks, guys for making me think that maybe we should get down to business and pool our resources, stay off the whiskey and place our bets on racing hounds—maybe better than putting our good money on that flying, flea-bitten nag that was once the symbol of Texaco. Who knows? In that great poetry sweepstakes in the sky, perhaps all of us may be (mis)fortunate enough to win, place or show--and have Cerberus keep a watchful eye over us after we descend to pick up our obols.
And your poem is all that a great poem should be. Great stuff!
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A near rhyme makes for something like birdsong.
that solitary
Perfect aloneness
Let me offer some sage advice to the young. Stay away from the comments box after a few glasses of the whiskey. You may find yourself a poem ahead.
ReplyDeleteAre we to understand a poem should not mean but be...all (show) business?
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys for making me think that maybe we should get down to business and pool our resources, stay off the whiskey and place our bets on racing hounds—maybe better than putting our good money on that flying, flea-bitten nag that was once the symbol of Texaco. Who knows? In that great poetry sweepstakes in the sky, perhaps all of us may be (mis)fortunate enough to win, place or show--and have Cerberus keep a watchful eye over us after we descend to pick up our obols.
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