Consider this choice (of sound mind) my last hurrah,
Have no doubt about my motive so pure and fine
See my feet dangling just above the waterline;
Give my fond farewells, observe my last scofflaw.
I chose this heavy iron chain around my neck; you see,
Coarse cattle rope was much too gauche, too primitive
A way for this gentrified man to take his final leave
To indelibly announce he no longer wishes here to be.
I am as innocent as a newly-born child into this world,
No misdemeanors to confess before a judge or jury
Only experiencing raw anguish and unmitigated fury
At the many false accusations at me wrongfully hurled.
A complete re-styling and re-write
of my poem "Above the Quay" on February 27, 2021
Submitted to John Lawless's "Fragments of Verse" Contest
EMOTIONAL PERIHELION
Alpha rhythm
Relaxation to angst
Indifference inspired hate
Electrified mutiny. Powerful schism
Scofflaw perplexed;
Sycophantic insensate-
Brutal – inhuman – Trait
Trail of honey to lead the insects-
To altruistic rape.
Drug down into a selfless feudalistic hate.
Sadomasochistic shapes
Shadows crawl back in
And begin to dissect
Honor to inject and action to defend;
With pride, dishonor dies. Says goodbye,
To shame and regret.
The end.
Full engines ahead
strap on the boots
Captain Kirk on the microphone
rudeboy knows how to dress in the fine-(butt) suits
He's got a fine tan shirt
with an emblem on the chest
Captain of the starship crew
passes the test
All the interstellar girls all love him the best
When Capt. Kirk rock the mic you can forget all the rest
Warp speed forward, phasers on stun
He's got all those Klingon (d)uckers stammerin' on the run
Pop a cap in Romulan behind
at the Neutral Zone they shoulda stopped to read the sign
Captain Kirk on the prowl, all the hippychicks gone wild
Tiberius on this mic choppin' kung-fu style
Live Long and Prosper fool