Friday, September 18, 2009
A Sergeant's Wife's Head On My Shoulder By The Beach
Drowsy though non-alcoholic, I've bestowed fervor
On the surreptitious, and so welcome home to love.
Sumptuously latent, incredulously laughable/soft,
With the army now, the marinated fury, fomenting
Fearlessness, no noisy barometer measuring people.
Trepidation on humanity, celebrate forgery awhile
And crank up sonatas and pirouettes and painterly
Lines on historical data, united though defeated,
Not a brigadiers' bandolier brandished. What the?
Came a comandeered frown. Bolt the drowsy free!