A bitter drop to the cup of joy, LIFE
Mixture of dappled emotions, perhaps
In adazzle outfits or tattered garbs
Entangled in esotericism menfolk
Accosted themselves in absurd
Running to victory, hectic world
In deliberate attempt to seize ‘IT ‘
Did he attain? Nothing of the sort
Transcendental existence!
LIFE mocked mischievously
Advanced age showered wrinkles
Like withered leaves on earth
Hectic world, gone beneath the clouds
Sprawled on green sward
Accosted himself in absurd
What’s Achieved?
LIFE mocked mischievously.
. . . or maybe
the esotericism of
whatever
passes for
academic
discourse
in these later
days of no
Latin no Greek
no rollick in
the original
tongues of bards
who in facing
the Moors had
strummed of
delayed lust
for ladies
a-waiting
in their foggy
homelands
pining away
from unassailable
baconies far up
on cold stone
battlements
yet holding
the dream
aloft .