Perhaps it is the theme today, things
so certain yesterday are cast in a new
hue, expected events don’t ring true
to perception, the supposed gremlin
infected antics of my PC judder back
to cosmopolitan views. There’s scent
of revelry evident & I know hence I
should be even more suspicious
But not today – I’ve been played the
fool too often to miss this cue; if it’s
my swansong begun – so be it – I’ll
walk the plank gaily knowing the sea
is deep & really wet. An ambiance of
this munificence is too good to miss
© 24 April 2013, I. D. Carswell
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