The Old Boys Club
The Old Boys Club Giving pats and exchanging hugs Reminiscing the days gone by Where they were once great, esteemed members Of a patriotic pride and joy, no room for stragglers Leaders they emerged then and now aim to be, Scions of divine destiny. “Those were the days of our lives, our baby steps, We have arrived…,” The Club chairman proclaims, as if membership from thence Started the wheels of their poignant pyrrhic victory At the cusp of their new promotion Into the Club’s adoring ordination Smiling spouses nod with growing pride Like the maidens on fields, handkerchiefs aloft, Softly welcoming their warrior men from glorious wars Men, unchanged save for ghosts in their glassy eyes, A grotesque memento mori of their deadened souls and Repressed cries. Henceforth the maidens beamed, basking in that moment As their men went to Church, tearfully paying penance. The Old Boys’ substantial confidence Brought them success in abundance German and Italian marques they held dear Homes with gleaming chandeliers Awaiting each month’s close They shuffled to the Club As the chairman arose, blood red Bordeaux held aloft Grandly cheering the Boys on their considerable dominion Men, unchanged save for their sharp shoes and silk ties More beautiful emblems of their meteoric rise! “I still recall the great times we used to have..” The Old Boys Club Giving pats and exchanging hugs Leaders they emerged then and now aim to be, Scions of divine destiny. /Gvoz/ January 30, 2007Labels: Verses
The Cycle
The gunk coalesces into the sink Yoke of man, that unflinching thirst for the sweeter Swimming in the swirl that his lips may taste His arms reach desperately for the prize To better his lot, to rise In that swirling descend. *******
Such a sickly positive trait Vomit seals his fate Shored up on the gunk with his sweet desire Admires his prize for an ephemeral second His tremulous arms torn to threads by his razed envious soul Soon, he jumps into the vortex for a second go /Gvoz/ January 19, 2007Labels: Verses
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