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!

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