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