That which never was

Bey and bark at curve of moon.
Sing a slippery little tune.
Inspire the swain to spark and swoon
From July till end of June.

Dance a happy little jig.
Flail about and flip your wig.
Trip and flit the light fantastic.
They’ll tell about it in Ekphrastic.

I've been keeping kind regards.
Praying for my just rewards.
Sticking to the major chords.
Shuffling down the five of swords.

Off we go, into the night.
Wish I may and wish I might
Wish there were no doubts in sight.
Everything fall neat and right.

Teach me all your ragged dreams.
Tell me there’s no I in team
Countenance and Listerine
Cannot alone sustain this scene.
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Keep me now in happy ways
I’ll dance with thee till end of days
Off we go into the sun
Our coiling life has just begun.


8/29/24