At a late age, yet, with comfortable money, friends, why does he crack,what crazy does he find, why does he crime since no one thinks remotely
by what flash of nature determine himself as the doer of deed -- he, never predisposed, never disturbative, not known as a secretive, nor never alleged before
the mal salt airs do it, too much sun, his trendy hair trim and gizmo watch and a knowing nod at the bakery with just the right tune in his aging ear
the wind takes on a voice -- and it, the Devil's -- and when he dances into the street the morning of, in a wedding tux fit for a violation, his eyes glitter, Oxfords smartly click along the pave
Ah, but watches are out; it's all about the phone.
ReplyDeleteOxfords? Really? I could never get the holes clean.
ReplyDeleteOr polished!
Tess,
ReplyDeleteThe Devil's in such details.
Trulyfool
Rick,
ReplyDeleteI have a virginal pair, boxed since 1980. I'd bequeath it to a son, but my daughter has no use for them.
They do come in a particular size.
Trulyfool