Solitaire

I have been destroyed, I know that. I have turned sharply wrong Onto a long eroded beach, Coming too fast from the skyway, Crashing through trees like some fat leaded falcon Who crossed the ocean all at once— More like a shot put arriving than a migration, Some might say. At any rate, I went so far, I went so wrong, I cared no longer for birdsong. I was determined at all costs to avoid pain and discomfort, But it got completely out of hand; I guess I could wait here and kill time As I always have done, Or I might glibly run away To some estuary or island marked Nowhere On my flightless aviation map, But that’s a place The Dodo and I have already been. You know the place, perhaps, It’s that borderline state Where all possible sense is just pretence, An antique form of nonsense, Torn feathers on a boarded fence, And all the waste of time involved In this Solitaire’s slow revolving prance— It’s here bad girls who dance and bad men without any pants Have always been about as good as it ever gets. rcs Created on 11/5/2009 8:41 PM