Before you lead me down that weary road
Please tell me best intentions are in place
And that your chariot’s fair, measured pace
Will not upset the flowers I have stowed
Upon my blouse – Persephone once rode
A ride less rude than yours! And Hades’ grace
No doubt was worth the lumping, cold embrace
As she plunged towards his cavernous abode.
Don’t tease me with these dreams of days gone by,
And just give to me something fresh and clean –
I’ll learn nothing if you are not novel –
No ride as this will impress me – Apply
Your thoughts not as a vague creative machine
But so that those like me will drool and grovel.
June 18-19
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