Yonder sits old man me
Boiling pistons poised aflame,
Bald tires on rheumatic axels.
Grayed ozymandian appetites
Leveling snide taunts anew
At my ever-bowing ragged brow.
From whence shall joy spring,
If not lusty youthful ventures?
TBD.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “O Hymen! O Hymenee!”)