POEM WITH MOSTLY ONE RHYME SCHEME
It
came upon me like a midnight clear,
Nothing
circumspect about abject fear
One
year I’d been barely able to cobble together
Reasons
for the forward trundle among mean peers
Now
the twenty-twenty experience, total weird.
We’ve
all been here, it’s that rare spectacular
You
don’t need eyes to see, beyond veneer
I’d
gone one better, though, felt no longer mere
Me
or someone other, I’d just blinked out and over
Like
the plunked phone in the canal, so far, so near
Flatter
than the death rate fun park rollercoaster.
I’ve
lost, not tattletale smell, but taste for career
Spiritual
renewal or nada plus plus – down, yes, doctor
But
not like I’d ever known such arctic wastes before
There
I was, all of a sudden framed in fur,
Goggled,
with skidoo, top rifle, assisted by laser
Entirely
prepped for any blizzard or ice-pick meteor
Come
to stock-standstill even the sub-zero thought bizarre
As
awestruck bears in their whites bowed at my feet, polar
And
barking seals crowned me their king-conqueror
Of
land drier colder farther lesser much leaner drear
Ever
found by whatever strives to consider life dear.
NOVEMBER,
2020, LONDON
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