such sweet sonnets esteemed
from a recent past time
quite mercurial today
still are their rhyme
an aged yet younger
methodical composer
garroted away
behind satirical walls of leisure
express facets of such forced passion
censer not your preferred opinions
like that of a foolish
czar
ripe yet rampant is the on-gazer
so cloaked in his melancholy's muse
a mere vain Harlequin's garb
would fit ye I fear
quite the rather loose
so come, my dear quaint sir
kick off such stale and so smothering
cloth
stare the blood shot eye of the bottle
and despair down until naught
and refuse Heron his passage unto frenzy
leaning down further into sloth
for true success can only be
when the finest of all journeys one takes
ends up being the ones in his very own mind.........
(June 23, 1996)