Neptune sighed, he missed his daughter.
He tried the cold shoulder, a long dry summer
Where the swamps turned to mud and cracked.
But as the rivers fell he balked, “How will they swim back to me?”
Gathering up the mists from the baking seas and sunlit coasts,
He cast them ashore with a whisper and a promise.
Come back, just for a moment, and cool your feet.
Even though I know you will ride these winds home again.
The coffee grinder is running
A little longer this morning
And though you’d prefer the quiet
Were they elsewhere
The noise is preferable
Than where they’d have to be
To save your beans
She wore a bonnet of blue.
To the park and the bank and the zoo.
When they threw her in the clink,
Only then did she think:
Perhaps I should have worn something else too?
Young layers will surely all see
Male companionship's economy.
And should he perchance
At rivers red blanch,
Remind him this ferry ain't free.
My virginal diva is renowned
Her reputation flawless and sound
Though many times she's sung
She's ne'er had her bell rung.
Though many auditions I've perform'd.
It's a small thing on a shelf. Ashes.
Can't quite remember, but I'll try my best. Before I can't quite remember.
Oh look, print outs from a text. Full of noise, copied fifteen times.
Is it forgotten yet?
He was; nothing less.
Inside me, he is: a hobby, a pastime, an infuriating conversation.
Four tries at love, and three tries at life.
Is any of this important enough to forget?
Leader, functionary, driving sprocket
In machines he couldn't decide to despise for a time.
Official, miscreant, willing subject
Of inertia as culture for a time.
A laundry list that will be condensed after a time.
A caricature, useful to me for my time.
What do I choose to forget?
The transmission to the next is imperfect.
Lionized or colored with rose, who's to say different?
Copy errors stack.
Lessons replace history.
You can't take it with you.
